Speck

While making the trek back across the country to Tucson after Thanksgiving I found out that my best bud, Speck, passed away. Speck was 15 years old so I knew that the day would come when he wouldn't be with us anymore, but I was never truly ready for the pain of losing him. Speck was always there for me growing up and I'm not actually prepared to go back to Georgia without him there. 

Speck, thank you for being my grouchy old man. Those 15 years with you as my best friend were the bomb. I don't really know what to do without you these days. I know Christmas/your birthday were your favorite time of year, you loved your Christmas sweater and getting an awesome rawhide bone each year but I also know that you are no longer in pain. I love you, Taterbug.