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Hugo, Hugo the dog: Gotten a little before you turned 5, and loved daily even through life itself. You came along with us, through the divorce, the fights, the yelling, we had you.

I have truly, one of the shittiest memories especially for the past, I love you. So for my love for you, I’m trying really hard. I’ll put my soul into this,

because that’s how much I love you…

The silly fairy wings back then? They were mine. But. They fit you better. buddy. You were so much younger back then, such a skrunkly lil goober, yeah?

Snuggling with you was amazing, just how cute and boopable you are. How You’d sometime stick your head out from under the blanket, Like a little guy. God, you were heating those blankets up, you were a personal heated blanket when you snuggled up! Which is funny, considering, when somebody turned the heated blanket off when you were in it- You came right out, pressed the button, and turned it right back on.

Your snoot alone. being so snooty and snoot snooters that i always loved booping you and also, giving kisses to your lil forehead. You always got so snug, and, to count how many times I booped you? Well— I wouldn’t have an answer.

You were just so boopable <3

Meeting Norma and hanging out with her was great, hilarious even sometimes. She was a puppy, and then she wasn’t— But she still holds so much energy you can’t match. You both played and disagreed on snuggling anywhere near one another…Or, well, you’d growl at her. She was disturbing your old man resting room jfjsjdjjsjd.

She was a little too playful when you were just a little too eepy bud. You had energy, but not as much as a puppy.... You haven't seen her in months, almost a year actually. To which- Funnily enough neither have I.

Father failed us both buddy.

What I mean to say is, well. I love you so much. No matter how this turned out. No matter how unfair and awful this world is.

Honestly, dogs should get to live longer!!!

You weren’t turning grey, then you were.

You didn’t have tumors, then you did…. And those kept spreading..! I mean. They were bad a year ago, but in the couple months leading up to it.. They started to bleed. The one on your leg looked bad, infected even- And I hated watching you lick it. Because I hated knowing it was bad.

I wish, I wish you had a better family. Not mine at least. I loved you a lot, and you were my everything for a while… But nobody here did enough for you. Mom didnt care enough to bring you to the vet, and she never really let you in her room, even if you just wanted to lay there….- And just being in an unstable home sucked ass for a dog.

Especially with kids who got angry. We'd never hurt you, but sometimes we got too loud. Too mean. I'm sorry for that.

I loved you so so so so fucking much. You made my day, coming home to snuggle and being meet by you and your silly-ness.

You picked favorites, and I definitely wasn’t your favorite! But well, I know I loved you. Every stupid moment, whether it was the zoomies, tearing the shit out of every toy we got you(rip the hedgehog squeaky toys) the way you and Jasmine got along.

It was nice to see a cat and dog get along.

You ran away a few times, but, we always got you back. You hated car rides, but I’d hold you close during them when I could. You could jump the big fence, and get away, and on a really really really windy day, I was young and my anxiety didnt realize it was okay for you to go outside.

You were always so so so generous with your licks, and appreciated trying to actually hump our sister 💀💀💀 I got to give you your middle name, and having you was always amazing. When Jasmine passed, we still had you.

I have no memory of you, or at least not a lot of memory of you when you were young. I just know getting you was amazing, and now, I don’t know how I’m going to get past my hard days, and anxieties.

Buddy.

Nine years- Maybe even ten now- was a hell of a long time to love you, I never got to see the puppy you, but you’ve always been my puppy throughout my anxieties, fears, pains, and troubles.

You were my rock, and actual emotional support dog….

Buddy, I’m sorry.

I hope you get to see Jasmine again.

Even if I wanted you to stay longer with me.

...Rest well Hugo <3