Gone but not Forgotten

The fourth of July has always been one of my favorite holidays. I remember so many wonderful things about it from when I was a little kid. We would have huge block parties, BBQ's and get to stay up way past bed time. Last year the 4th of July changed a bit for our family. Last year on the day when most people are celebrating and blowing things up-we lost Riley. Riley was our first baby, our first dog, our first experience with responsibility and loving something/someone unconditionally. We both loved Riley more than we thought possible- and even though it has been a year we still love him and miss him terribly. There is not a day that goes by that I don't still look for him at my feet or we don't talk about how much he would love our new yard, and how Aleyah would pull his ears and laugh when he licked her in the face. How we wish she could have met him. The weirdest thing is that at least once a week Hayden still asks about him too. She will ask if he is coming home, if  he is still at the doctors, or if he is in heaven. It is odd to think that in 2 short years he would become such a big part of her life too. Some day we will get another dog, and someday his memory won't be so fresh in our minds. But until then we will continue to miss him everyday and save his spot in the king bed we bought so we could fit a 90 pound dog, a baby and 2 people in it. We will remember his jet black nose, his spotted tongue, his high pitched squeal and crazy tail when he saw his favorite people. I'm pretty sure we will miss this guy forever.

Riley...although you are gone you will never be forgotten. We miss you Ry Guy.