 

he was 17. I'm 25 I've had him my whole life. I used to hate him growing up as a child because he used to destroy all my stuff and mess up my room. I ignored him and yelled as a kid. It wasn't until I was I grew up and graduated that I started to appreciate and love him. But it was way too late because he became blind and sick to the point he couldn't walk the last few years.

I just got home from work and see him on the floor with my parents around him. I wish I spent more time with him when I was younger. This isn't the first time a dog of mine has passed but I'm still in tears. I don't have anyone else to tell so thanks for reading this.