Kayla |
Friends |
Clara Sofia Ochoa Valencia In Loving Memory of Dana,
My Sweetest fur baby and crazy Beagle It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year since you left my side, Dana. The house still feels empty without the sound of your paws on the floor, without your gentle gaze or the way you’d nuzzle me for affection. Seventeen years! almost a lifetime—we shared together. You were more than just a dog; you were my fur baby, my constant companion, and my greatest source of joy. I remember the first time I saw you, those soulful eyes, that eager little tail. From that moment, I knew you’d be by my side through everything. You grew up with me, and I with you, teaching me the kind of love that only a dog like you can offer. You were there for every happy moment and every sorrow. No matter the day, you always knew how to make me smile, to make everything feel okay again. I loved the way you’d bark to ask for food or playtime, that unmistakable sound of excitement and joy that always made me laugh. It was like you were saying, “I’m ready! Let’s go!” Your little voice was a reminder that the simplest moments were the best moments. Whether it was dinnertime or just a game of fetch, your enthusiasm was infectious. I miss that, Dana. I miss the way you’d eagerly jump up, tail wagging furiously, as if every moment with me was an adventure. I’ll never forget how you’d curl up next to me, your presence bringing peace in ways words never could. You were so loyal, so full of warmth, and I’ll forever carry the lessons you taught me: patience, joy in the simplest things, and the meaning of unconditional love. I miss you, Dana. I miss the little things—the way you’d tilt your head when I’d speak to you, the sound of your snoring on the couch, your excitement when it was time for your walk. My heart still aches, but I find comfort in knowing you’re free now, running through fields somewhere with endless sunshine and no pain. Thank you for being the best fur baby and companion I could have ever asked for. I’ll carry your memory with me always, my sweet beagle. You may not be here physically, but your spirit is forever a part of me. Until we meet again, my dear Dana. You’ll always have a place in my heart. |
Chauncey |