So, on April 23, 2015, my family and I put my dog down. She lived 14 long, happy years, and it's so hard to go on day by day without her. She was my baby girl, my silly baby, I grew up with her. I was right next to her when she was put down, and it was so painful to watch, but I'm glad that she got to be with the people who loved her most, and who she loved as she went. We love you very much Akasha, and there will always be a place in my heart that i reserved for you the first time you licked my fingers, a place that no one, no animal, no person, could ever replace. ❤️❤️ For my first ever tattoo, I'm going to get your paw print, because I want to be reminded of you for ever, all the way until I'm on my death bed. I want to remember how you groaned whenever I said to go lay down. I want to remember how you used to wait at the top of the stairs for me to come up. I want to remember how you raced down the hallway to greet me every time I opened the front door. I want to remember how you raced around the living room after a bath. I want to remember how the tip of your ear flopped whenever you trotted around. I want to remember how you would casually stroll up to me in the living room and lick my fingers before sitting down. You brought me a happiness I have never found anywhere else. You made me the person I am. You will never be forgotten, and even though I know you won't want me to, and even though I know that one day I won't have to, I'll just mourn you and cry because your gone, and I don't know how to handle that just yet. I love you, I love you, I love you.
