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It is with our hearts in my throats and tears in our eyes that we must tell you about the passing of who we felt to be the dearest, sweetest, best dog in the world on November 15th.
Even though Cy was with us less than a year our love for him feels like a lifetime, he was that special. He did a wonderful job of making himself at home in the hearts of everyone he met and even though we've had a few weeks of healing time there is still a giant hole where he used to sit. I miss so much about him the thought of trying to put into words what we've lost is overwhelming, but a memorial needs to include as many special moments as possible and that is what I'm going to try to do. He had something special, it was DOGINALITY
We miss the thump of his tail when we walk past the places where he used to wait for us to come and pet him. We miss his enthusiastic greetings every time we come in the house, and how excited he was to see someone even if they’d only been out for a minute. His reaction after a day away at work was next to nirvana.
We miss watching him throw his ball up in the air to catch it over and over; I miss stepping on his beloved duck toy, listening to it quack, and having him race to it so I stop playing with it.
He LOVED his toys - but balls, particularly a little orange squeaky basketball looking thing, were his favorite. It was a gift from a little girl he met on his travels, and she gave him the nick-name we all called him, “Puppy Cy”, because he was a puppy at heart. He tolerated toy stealing by one cat, and never took after the other when he was given a scolding (with a smack to his head) for squeaking that orange ball too much. I miss hearing about his daily adventures, the walks he took my husband on, the parks they visited, and the places he saw from his perch in the back seat of the car.
He loved to ride in the car with his head out the window, even when it was below zero. His daddy made sure he got as many car rides as possible. We miss being asked if he can go with every single time we pick up our car keys and put on our shoes. We miss his excitement when we head outside to do chores. I miss his exuberant reaction to his leash, and can't believe he won't get to go for another walk in the snow.
He loved to play in the snow, it might have been partly because he looked so good in his boots, I liked the way he pranced in them. I'll miss seeing him get antsy when we pack to go to the cabin, all of us whispering the word "cabin" because he knew what it meant. All trips to the cabin start with a great car ride (note the smile)
And included a lot time hanging out at the lake
I miss that he ignored the turkeys in our back yard but thought deer were his mortal enemy. Well, deer and people on bicycles were his sworn enemies. This is how he felt about people on bicycles when he spotted them from the back seat.
He was always ready to have his belly rubbed -
And he had no shame when it came to his larger than life, louder than a trombone, stinkier than a manure farm (or skunk) farts.
I still reach over the side of the chair to rub his velvety soft ears while I read, I miss him telling me it's time for petting with a gentle nudge, and I still check to make sure he isn't sitting on the floor under my feet before I climb out of the couch.
We loved him fiercely and miss him like I just can't describe. Good-bye dear, sweet, puppy. You will never be forgotten.
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