Pippa

Pippa died on Tuesday, April 21st, a few weeks shy of her 12th birthday. She had been slowing down over the past couple of months, but I had no idea our time with her was coming to an end until the last three days. I'm grateful she lived such a healthy life and kept her youthful energy; we have our younger dog Sasha to thank for that.

Pippa had the best temperament of any dog I've ever known. She was laid back, chill, friendly, fearless, loyal, and every good thing you could ever want. Right now it feels like the pain of losing her will never subside. It hurts so much. I miss everything about her. 

Her death closed a chapter of our lives - "Otis and Pippa" - and I never wanted that chapter to end.

Pip, you were simply the best. 

There are no words for how much I love you.