Look at this dog, now imagine how epic he was.
How he’d jump higher then your stomach when you got back from the store
How he’d follow you everywhere and make you feel loved
How he’d give you swift licks on the face to cheer you up
And burp in your face when you least except it

I can’t get over his death, I’ve been trying to let myself get over, not rushing. But…I’m miserable without him

This dog was my life, I always thought what should I do for Fatticus.
What should I buy for him at the store
What should I bring home for work for him
Where should I walk him
Should I take him with me?

It kills me man. I just don’t feel right…not at all. My poor, poor baby.

I needed him more then anything else in this world.