Springsteen -- 9/23/2008 - 3/9/2023
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- Опубліковано 11 вер 2024
- I knew 14 years ago that this dog would one day break my heart. From the first time Kristine and I saw that spotted tongue, after driving two hours in a snow storm to pick him up on December 20, 2008. He was born in Memphis. For various reasons I won’t go into here, we always felt he was a reincarnated rock star. His eyes even looked lined with eyeliner (probably a glam or emo rock star). He was a little monster, in all the best ways (unless you were a dish towel). In the years that followed he became my best friend, my comic relief, my Ink Master-watching partner, my model, my muse, my alter-ego, my main icon (because he’s a lot cuter than I am), but mainly he became my boy. He made our house a home, he brought it to life. My boy. And I know we’re not supposed to have favorites, but we do, and he was. I will miss him until the day I die, and when I do go, I’m bringing a bunch of empty paper towel rolls with me, and we’ll meet up, and he can chase them and rip them to shreds for the rest of time.
Springsteen, you made my life better. You made our lives better. You made me a better person. I love you.