My dear, sweet boy. You seem to have taken nearly all my words with you when you left and all I have left must say everything I feel and want you to know.  It is one word but it is so huge I can hardly utter it. It is “goodbye.” Snuffy, aka Snuffybear, aka Snuffleupagus,…

when you come to understand “the rest of his life” now means a week at best, probably days and you realize how profoundly one little dog has impacted your life and the rock in the pit of your belly is huge and heavy and hollow all at the same time. That’s today.