Willy

I don't even know how to start this one... I've typed about 15 things only to delete it and reword what I'm trying to say. Part of me wants to go on a rampage and use the F Word in every sentence to explain how bad this hurts. I want to scream and yell at God, as if it were somehow going to bring him back. I want to hit something because I'm so angry and I don't understand. But instead I sit here and feel this empty feeling all over again. I sit here and ask myself questions that I'll never get the answers to. I sit here and count the millions of reasons this shouldn't have happened. I look around the house and see all of the toys that he'll never get to play with again and think to myself how bad it's going to hurt to get rid of them. Ryan keeps telling me to think that Willy wouldn't want me to be sad but all I can think is that Willy wouldn't have wanted to die either. He was so young... too young to be robbed of a happy future. Too young to be taken away from a family who loved him. That's it, just too young. If God could read this, this is what I want to say...

You took Tank away from us 4 months ago. He was the greatest dog and had spent years in our family. You took him away so unexpectedly and in such a cruel way. He was just a month and a half away from being reunited with Charly, a reunion I was looking forward to so much because their love for each other was so strong. You took him away and didn't give us any answers... but then you gave us Willy. You brought smiles into our lives and hope into our hearts. The night before you took him from us, I thought to myself as I watched Willy play in the kitchen, "He'll never be able to replace Tank but he sure is doing a good job at filling up my heart." And then, you just took him away. You took him away without warning. All I want to know is why? What did we ever do to deserve this? More importantly, what did Willy do to deserve this? What are you trying to teach us? I don't understand the things that you allow to happen. What makes it even harder is that I never will. All I ask is that you cut us a break because we need it. We really do. I can't take much more.

Willy Bud, I love you and I'm going to miss you a lot.. I'll never forget the day we brought you home. You were so cute in the car ride back. I know you were excited to finally get out of the car after 7 long hours of driving. You know what we were excited about? You being a part of our family. You making our house a home. And in those short couple months that you were here with us, you did just that. You filled our house with laughter and love... and pee :) You were a good boy, buddy. You made my heart feel whole again. I don't know why you had to go but I hope that you're in a better place. I hope that you found Tank and he's "showing you the ropes." I hope that you felt so loved, because you were and you always will be. Rest In Peace my little Willy boy. I love you.