
Dearest Ruby,
You know, you were a pain. You pee’d and poop’ed everywhere, and you seem to always get into things that we always told you never to go into. You barked loudly at practically anything and everything. But you were family and despite all of this, we all loved you dearly.
I can’t believe you’re gone.
I still remember the day mom and dad brought you down when you were still a puppy. I remember the first time that mom and dad tried to cut your hair. We have that in common, at least it wasn’t a bowl cut and during your high school like mine (granted I did volunteer for that).
In the past few months, you and Java have gotten very close. A part of each other’s pack. I think Java is wondering where you are. He sits there waiting on the couch, and I don’t have the heart to bring myself to tell him. He will miss you the most I think. It kills me that my children will not know you. A dear and immediate member of our family.
It happened so suddenly. Cheryl was walking you, Java with Mackenzee in her red wagon when that rottweiler took you away. A small part of me believes that you put yourself between that dog and my family to protect them. If you did, thank you.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re in a better place eating all the people food you can eat and surrounded by immense love.
Love,
Ritchie, Cheryl, Mackenzee, Mom, Dad and Java




