Dexter

I knew that. . .

When I got you Lesa told me you were old

I knew that

When you showed up in April’s hatchback taking up almost the entire space

Lesa had told me you were overweight so

I knew that

When I got my first whiff of that breath having learned Bullys have a hard time

getting put under for teeth cleanings

I knew that

When I had to haul all 72 pounds of you in and out of the back of my car

because you loved to ride but couldn’t jump

I knew that

When I woke up in the middle of the night to snores rivaling Jack’s Giant

I knew that

When after just a short while you had quickly become my best friend

I kinda figured that

But when you got sick so quickly and left me so early and here I am a grown man still

crying over a silly old dog well I can sure tell you. . . .

I didn’t know that.

To the greatest dog ever–

Dexter

5/11/97-6/30/08