Goodbye to my boy

This past Sunday I had to say one of the hardest goodbyes that I’ve ever had to say. My first dog Zephyr. Passed away at 8 1/2 years old after a very long hard fought battle with chronic kidney disease.

He was a true testament to his name as one of the most gentle and sweetest dogs.

In our short time together, Zephyr taught me more than I ever thought someone could. I’ll miss him fiercely, but I know on the other side of that rainbow bridge, there is no more discomfort, no more pain, only wide open fields with balls to chase and toys to squeak.

Until we meet again, buddy dad loves you.