My family dog, Cash (16yo) is being put down this Saturday. It's time, I know that. It's still hard. I'm writing this post to him because I need to express how I'm feeling.

*Dear my Cashy,*

*I love you so much. I remember the day we adopted you, almost 16 years ago when I was 15 years old. I remember first seeing those sweet eyes of yours. I always joked they were "two beautiful puddles of mud." You were there through everything. I remember that for the first week every time we said your name you thought we were saying "kiss" &amp; would give one. You slept in (&amp; hogged) my bed every single night until I moved out. You &amp; I both hated sleeping face to face but neither of us wanted to be the first to turn around, which made me laugh. We'd take turns. As soon as one of us turned, the other one would &amp; we'd sleep back to back. You were there for me through broken friendships, always there for a hug &amp; a cry. I remember us having our morning coffee together. Mom hated it when I let you drink out of our mugs.*

*You were there when the bipolar hit &amp; when it was running rampant. You stayed up with me when I was manic, you cuddled with my when I was depressed. Every morning I had to wake up &amp; let you out. I'd go back to sleep &amp; when I woke up a few hours later you'd be back in my bed. You made me feel loved unconditionally. You're more than "just a dog," you're family &amp; I will never forget you.*

*I know it's time &amp; I'm sad but I know you've had a beautiful life. I will never forget you.* 

*Your sister,*

*Briana*