My little Tiger Shark is done fighting cancer. He gave his best for 17 months, and I couldn’t be prouder of how brave he is. I can say for certain that he gave us the ultimate gift of love. There’s nothing close to the bond we’ve had. He was always right next to me, and even when I left to pick up the mail for three minutes, he was bursting with joy when I came back.
Most people would say that he was a crazy one. The way I see it, he always knew what he wanted and never hesitated to go for it. He was still the most loving critter and never kept anything from giving out. My favorite nap partner, my copilot, my office companion, my face licker, my little devouring machine, flower-sniffer, wrestler, bouncing ball, self-proclaimed alpha male, and so many more.
Our bond was not a pet-owner one; we were two beings attached by love. I still can’t fathom what life will be like without him, but life itself is unfair and doesn’t give the good ones the run they might deserve. Nine years is too short, but I will treasure every moment of your existence forever. I will always love you. I will always miss you. For as long as I can think, you will be there in my thoughts.