Magnus

2017 - 2020

Goodbye my good friend.

The first time I saw you, you were in the back, separated from all the others because you were too big to fit in the ordinary stalls.

You were extraordinary.

I whispered to you, “I will be back soon to take you home”. You looked at me, and you knew.

You spent the first part of your life in a dark basement, never seeing the outside, not having any friends to play with. You didn’t even know there were others like you.

We took you home, to the cottage with acres to play in and a forest to explore. But all you ever wanted to do was lay down underneath the table or hang out in the trunk. Maybe you were afraid we would leave you, or maybe you just wanted to go for a ride.

We bought you toys, but you ate the remote. We bought you food better than our own but you ate sticks and gloves and your harness and everything else that wasn’t food. You had your own giant bed but you insisted on climbing on top of anyone who sat on the smallest chair meant for one.

It took a few months, but you finally realized you had found your fur-ever home where you would be loved no matter how many things you destroyed. That’s when we saw the real you - ridiculous, carefree, loving, squirrel obsessed you. You stole everyone’s heart without trying, you protected your house and the ones that you loved, and you caused more trouble that was only undone by cuteness.

I cried for all of your cuddles, the times you made me laugh, all the times we ran around in the forest, the time you learned to swim because you thought I was leaving in the canoe. I cried for you, my friend, for all of you and all the joy you brought me.

Goodbye my friend. I love you.