It's been one year today since he raced over to the Rainbow Bridge to wait for his family. He lived longer than he was expected to live. Spike was 13. He stayed with me to protect me for so long. He loved his family so much. I still miss him. We both knew it was time. He went to the Rainbow Bridge quietly and peacefully. I still miss my Spike, the eternal puppy.
Spike you were a good dog. We loved you and still love you today. Pixie is here with me now, and I love her very much. I can't help but think you helped to guide her journey here. Thanks, Spikie. You will always be in our hearts. Sleep well, my most loved dog, sleep well.
