Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Last night we lost a very special and precious part of our little family. Spike, our baby cocker spaniel, past away. His curious and rebellious nature got the best of him as he tried to explore our parents backyard pond. By the time my sister found him, it was too late.
It was only a few months ago, in June, when Jenn and I first saw him. He was tiny and scared, but it past as Jenn held him on the way home. He even ventured off to sit on my lap as I drove, curiously looking up at the steering wheel. Even trying to drive himself. We named him Spike, after the vampire from the Buffy and Angel series.
We made our new home in San Diego, a few weeks later. Spike was as rambunctious and daring as any little boy would be. He constantly wrestled his older brother, Kinno. And you can see it in his eyes when he was about to make trouble. A notorious panty thief, anything that wasn't nailed down would find its way into his mouth. He was my little shadow who followed me everywhere and wouldn't leave my side. I would, on occasion, accidentally lock him in the bathroom from not noticing that he would follow me in. And since I like to work late at night, he would wait with me until I was done before heading upstairs to bed. He was also our little alarm clock. He just couldn't wait to wake us up to get the day started. He was affectionate and loving, and made the short time he was with us one of the most happiest times of our lives.
Spike, you were the best puppy two loving people could ever have. I hope you know how much we love you and how thankful we are to have had you in our lives. You will never be forgotten. You will always be missed. You will always be loved.
all images © 2005 Erwin Haya, unless otherwise noted.