We said goodbye...
- Admin
- Apr 12
- 2 min read
RIP Spanky
13 years, 10 months, and 8 days is a long time—long enough to measure a life not just in days, but in seasons, in routines, in quiet moments that slowly become everything.
She was with me from her very first breath. And from that moment on, we grew up together in a way that only happens once in a lifetime.
She wasn’t just there for the big milestones—she was there for the ordinary days, the ones that don’t seem important until you realize they were the foundation of a life shared.
She taught me a kind of love that asks for nothing but gives everything. A love that waits patiently, that forgives instantly, that celebrates your return like it’s the greatest moment of the day—every single day. She didn’t care who I was at my best or my worst. To her, I was always enough.
Over the years, she became more than a companion. She was a constant. A steady presence through change, through growth, through all the versions of life that came and went. She was there in the quiet, in the chaos, in the in-between. And somehow, she made all of it softer.
After Glow, Spanky became the matriarch—the best kind of leader. Small and mighty, she carried that role with quiet strength and a big heart. She watched over everything in her own way, steady and sure, as if she understood exactly what was needed and chose to give it without hesitation.
All of the dogs will miss her gentle kisses—especially her daughter, Yatzi. And Waffles will miss their playtime, the little moments of joy they shared so easily.
It’s hard to put into words what it means to lose a dog who has been there from the very beginning. It feels like losing a piece of your own story—because she is a piece of my story. A beautiful, irreplaceable part.
But even now, I can still feel her in the habits she helped create, in the love she left behind, in the way she shaped who I am. That kind of bond doesn’t end—it just changes form.
And I find comfort in imagining that she isn’t alone—that on the other side, her momma Glow is there, waiting to welcome her with a wagging tail, just like the first time they met. She lived a life filled with love, and she gave even more of it in return. And if there’s any measure of a life well lived, it’s that.
Thank you for every moment, Spanky. For every memory. For every quiet comfort and every joyful greeting.
You were there from your first breath—and you’ll be with me for the rest of mine.
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