Remembering Spyder

It was one year ago that I held my precious Spyder for the last time as he drew his final breaths, and today was filled with memories of his too-short life and how much he meant to me for those 11 years we shared. He was my best friend, my protector, my confidante and my sunshine. I remember how he would curl up on the bathrug like my little guardian angel while I showered, and the cute way he smiled when he was happy, which was all the time as he truly knew the meaning of stopping to smell the flowers.



His whole body wagged with joy when I got home from work, and he had an amazing talent for making me laugh no matter how rough my day had been by playing peek-a-boo with his front paws over his own eyes. I still smile when I think of him lounging on the bed with his hind legs stretched out behind him frog-style, back pawpads to the sky, and that silly mischievous sparkle in his eyes.



Every day I miss you, sweetheart. I will always love you dearly and your pawprints are forever etched upon my heart and soul.