My Emerson passed away in the middle of the night last night. We were in the process of determining what was wrong with him, and so far all we know is that his liver was being affected by antibiotics that he was on. It is so hard to think that rightly or wrongly it was his time to go.

Emerson was always so full of bounce and fun. He never left the toybox picked up. I would get all the toys together and in their place, and he would promptly go and dump them all out again. And he was wiggily. He loved to waggle his whole body, and he was the first to greet me at the door everytime I came home.

And Emerson was affectionate! He would just melt right into my side when I sat on the floor with him. And KISSES! He loved to kiss and kiss and kiss. This weekend, he stopped giving kisses. I couldn't beg or plead one out of him. But just before I left him at the vets, I was on the floor with him, giving him a big hug and promising to come back for him, and he gave me two ear-cleaning-out kisses. I am so thankful for them now.

Emerson, I never came back to get you, and I don't even really realize that you aren't come back yet. And I don't even have words for you now. But I love you and I am so glad that you were part of my life. The day you came home with me, my life was made a whole lot brighter.