I got this dog when it was 8-10 weeks old. I called him Bacon because the way his color was kind of reminded me of bacon. It took me 4 or 5 months to train him to not go to the bathroom in the apartment. I don't know how many times I got up in the morning with a gift from him somewhere in the apartment. I know sometimes I wanted to just throw him out and never let him back in. Once he was trained it was so much nicer.
He was always there for me in the morning and when I came home from work. He was always excited to see me and I like to feel it was because he cared about me. I know I became more attached to him then I have ever been with any other pet I have had. I would say he was spoiled because I never left him alone for more then 12 hours other then 2 times. If I was going on a trip somewhere it had to be a short trip or I had to bring him with me.
Today at about 6:30 pm Bacon passed away. I knew that he was in trouble but I wanted to believe he would be ok until the next morning so I could get him to the vet. I was there trying to comfort him as he breathing got labored and I knew I had failed him in the end. I want to say a final goodbye to him and hope that this will be enough for all the joy he has given me in his 10 years as my best friend. I know that there is more that I can say but I can't find the words.