To Benny, the dog that saw me grow into the person I am today

Benny, you were the sweetest dog I could’ve asked for. As I turned 7 years old, you came into my life. My sister and I picked you out of all the puppies because you were doing sprints around the breeders house when your siblings were eating. We wanted to name you Playful but my dad overruled and named you Benny.

You witnessed me graduate elementary school, middle school, high school, college, and start my post college life. Every memory I have of my childhood, you were around for. Just the other day I found some bite marks in a few old Legos, and I know you are the culprit.

You loved your walks at grandmas where she would throw you treats like you were at a parade. You loved going up north to relax on the porch without a leash. And you loved sleeping with me every night at home. You even loved your new fur brother Finley when we introduced him 5 years ago. He was young and sassy, but you were patient and shared your favorite things with him, like your perch on the couch to watch over our driveway. I know he misses you every day because whenever I say your name, he perks up and goes to look out the window to see if you come home.

You were an absolute tank Benny. Nothing could stop you but old age. Remember when you wandered off in the freezing night? Somehow you found your way to an old man’s porch a half mile away. I thought I’d never see you again and I collapsed when my mom walked in the door with you half frozen. You were such a tough guy up until the end. Losing you has been the hardest experience of my life. I hope to see you again my friend.