I knew you were getting old, though I had no idea your true age. A rescue from the local pet store that caged you alone as a singleton, I couldn't leave you alone like that. You came to me with no background. A complete mystery.
Talented and smart, you came when I called your name. You did tricks and kept me company when I was alone. Running from shoulder to shoulder behind my head, you always had a quick kiss kiss for me. Never shy, always ready to play, you were my favorite. You blessed me with so many beautiful pups, but you gave me so much more than that.
These last few months, I could tell you were feeling your age. You lost weight, you slept more, but were always still willing to play with me. This past week, I think you may have lost sight. It was hard for you to tell where the edge of my hands were. I was worried you would fall while you climbed around, but you had complete confidence that I would keep you safe.
Last night, you took a pumpkin seed, but instead of eating it, you kept it in your mouth. Were you afraid your sons would snatch it away and you wouldn't be able to stop them because you couldn't see them coming? I kept them away to give you time to eat it. You moved so slowly.
And now tonight, we found you curled up under the wheel. I wish I had been in here to hold you in your last moments, but that stupid project at work has had me so overworked and preoccupied, I had nodded off. When you needed me the most, I wasn't there. Oh Vincie, I miss you so much.
