My little man. Bubby. Bubs. Fatty La’Pumba. Goodest of the puppies. Furry jellybean. Sweet boy.

Schroeder.

You have been with me for a third of my life. When I adopted you and your brother over 14 years ago, you were a boisterous bouncy little puppy with a ball obsession and ridiculous ears I wasn’t sure you’d ever grow into. You were clever, incredibly obedient and yearned to be part of a pack.

All you ever wanted was to be a good boy. Even if you weren’t much for the great outdoors, you’d always rather be along for the ride than left at home. My shadow. I asked you to change with me through so many chapters, and you always adapted. Even now, in this final transition, you accepted it with such grace. I will be forever grateful for your companionship and unwavering dedication.

You don’t have to wait at the door pining for me anymore. It’s my turn to miss you. Tell Charlie you took good care of momma. I hope you’re both playing chase in a park somewhere.

Rest easy my sweet boy. Forever in my heart.