Tumblr, I want to introduce you to this little guy. You may or may not have seen me post about him all the time, but I’m going to anyway. This is Otto, and he was my best friend for 13 years, 11 months. Look at that, three sentences in and I’m already covered in tears. Oh well. Otto was the best dog in the world, and truly my best friend. He was such a sweet little guy, and honestly wanted nothing more than to be pet or loved. Familiar face, or complete stranger, he’d stop to let you put your hand on his head.
I lost him one week ago from today, at roughly the same time this was queued to post, 12:15 AM. I would give anything in the world to have him back in my arms, or on my lap. I miss him so, so, so much. Anybody out there, if you have a dog, go give him or her a hug right now. Don’t take your time for granted with them.
I miss the little things. The sound of his paws when he ran along on the hardwood floors of the kitchen. I swear I can still hear them sometimes too. The thud sound that would be made from him flopping over on the carpet to scratch his back. The sound of his ears when he would shake and they would flap around, hitting his sides. I used to be able to frustrate him, by blowing on his nose, and he would hide his snout with his paws; it was the cutest thing ever. Or when he would run up to me or my dad, while we were sitting on the couch, and act like he wanted to be picked up, but then he’d back away and make us chase him to pick him up. Oh or the way his ears felt…they were basically velvet. He had the smoothest ears ever and I absolutely loved just rubbing his ears, and he loved it too. All the blankets that he used to lay on, we’ve washed, and I can still smell him. When we’d sit down for dinner, you’d go back and forth between me and my dad, next to our feet, to see if we’ve dropped anything. Oh, and popcorn, how will I ever be able to eat popcorn again? Otto loved popcorn. When my mom and I would pop a bag, we’d throw a piece down on the floor for him. Sometimes, we’d do it at the same time, and he’d know which one hit the floor first, and ignore that one, because it wasn’t as warm, or fresh to him.
I never appreciated what I had when I was younger, and that’s my one regret with him. I was always off playing sports, or out with friends. I never spent time just talking to him and hanging out with him when I was younger. I don’t really have regrets other than that because he knew how much I loved him. When I got home last Thursday night, leading into Friday morning, I broke down in tears. I composed myself, went in, and laid down next to him, and started talking to him. My mom watched me, tears down her cheeks too. But she noticed the same thing I did. When I put my hand next to his face, he put his paw up to my hand, knowing it was me there with him. That means the world to me, even to this moment.
Even my friends acknowledged that they’d miss him. I’ve had friends come over just to say hi for a minute, but they’d always ask to see Otto, and to pet him or hold him. He was the sweetest dog in the world, and that’s not debatable in my mind. He was the best.
Otto, thank you for every memory I have with you. I bragged to other people about how amazing my little guy was whenever a conversation about pets came up. Thank you for 13 years, 11 months of complete happiness, and being the best little guy in the world. The smallest member of our family has died, and with it, the biggest void is left. I miss you so much buddy, and I love you, so, so much and I’ll never, ever forget you.