I can remember from a very young age always begging my parents for a dog.  At the time we lived in an apartment so we had to do with goldfish and hamsters, but they promised when we moved to a house we could get a dog.  Finally when I was 9 we moved and to my joy literally a week after, my parents had some friends who needed to sell a puppy they had bought as a gift.  That’s how we got Shawn…at 3 months and a huge ball of fur.

Of course my sister and I wanted to name him Fluffy or Snowball or something like that, but my dad firmly put his foot down and said “No…his name is going to be Shawn” (my sister and I think that’s what he wanted to name his son, but too bad he only ended up with daughters =P )

He lived a few weeks short of his 17 birthday.  I have so many wonderful memories of my dog.  I’m not saying I love my other two dogs less, but there’s something different and special about growing up with a dog for so long.  They really become a part of your family.  He’s been with me for half my life…since elementary school through thick and thin and through all the changes in my life.  My family took him on all our camping trips, even to Yellowstone!

While I was in Korea my family told me Shawn’s health was getting worse.  I was the one who couldn’t bear to say goodbye so I always refused when they brought up the subject of putting him to sleep, but finally I realized I was being selfish and letting him live in pain wasn’t how I could thank him for all the years of happiness he gave me.

His last day with us was perfect.  He sunbathed in the kitchen, ate a delicious meal of all his favorites (he looooved cheese), and played on the grass which looked like it was covered in diamonds while taking in the amazing weather.  He was surrounded by our entire family as we all held him and said our goodbyes.

I miss hearing nails tapping against our hardwood floors as he slowly walked around our house, I miss seeing him in some corner sleeping the day away, I miss watching him drink water in this really bizarre and funny way I’ve only seen him drink and when I see photos and videos of him my heart still aches.  But I am happy that he lived such a long, happy and full life with us.  For the opportunity to have grown up with such an amazing dog and to have so many memories with him.  I couldn’t have asked for more.