Goodnight sweetheart, it’s time to go. We realised a week ago that after 2.5 years of fighting the ugly disease that is cancer it was time. Time to say goodbye before it hurt too much. Oh Alfie, oh Bear I am so so sorry. I’m sorry this disease took you before you were ready.
It wasn’t how we planned, a little thing called Coronavirus got in the way of us being able to say goodbye in the kindest way possible. The way we had planned. The way you deserved it to be. The vets were so kind, they helped us look after you until the last moment. We loved you so hard for 12 years. We hope your last few day’s with us made you realise just how much you were loved. I’m sorry about the tears. It’s been so hard. You were ready. We were not. It was right to let you go.
Dearest Alfie, you were our first family dog, our first baby. You were the best companion, the best friend to George. You helped us raise him from the first moment you saw him I knew you’d be best friends. Because of you he learned to love, love hard and then let go. Because of you we had so many adventures. Because of you we were stronger as a family. Because of losing you it brought us closer together. We loved you so hard.
On your last day with us we went for a walk to your favourite spot, you were so happy. You even had a little run. We took some photos, our last photos with you. They will be with us forever. You will never be forgotten Bear. I miss you so so much and it’s only been a few days. Nothing feels the same. The house is empty. Our routine is lost. We are lost. I’m scared to leave the house because of how it will feel when I come home. I’m sad that I don’t hear you yawn in a morning, or hear you breathing as you sleep next to me. I even miss your smelly trumps.
Oh Alfie, our hearts are breaking. Rest in peace sweetheart.