Today you would be 6. My sweet, big boy. Everyone who met you fell in love with you. It was impossible not to. This big brindle boy. So gentle, so calm.
I immediately put in the application for you so no one else could grab you. Although you had been up for adoption for a month unbeknownst to me. Apparently people thought at 80 pounds you were too big and that you were too goofy. There is no such thing on either account.
You turned 5 with us. We met the Tampa Bay Lightning girls, we went to parks.
Then osteo struck. Our world crashed. We were praying to make to our one year gotcha day at least, and we almost did. Almost. Osteo could not even give us that.
We told you from diagnosis what was going on, and that if you were ready to go to let us know. A couple weeks before your gotcha day my partner and I both got the message from you separately that you wanted to move on. So, we did as you asked and said our goodbyes. Stupid osteo.
I miss you. I have your half sister and another girl now, but they are not you. No one can be you. There will only ever be one Macho. Happy sixth birthday big man. We love you and will be celebrating you today with the girls. You live on in us everyday.