Dear Cyril

I think of you often, and I especially love to remember you in winter. Your sense of wonder was on its brightest display then. To walk with you was to stop and smell the roses. Every. single. one. You did not know how to make snow angels, but you did your best - drawing halos instead, with your perpetually cold nose. You shook the snow from your nose, only to dig in again, because you know that almost all good things are fleeting, therefore we ought to relish them while we can. I miss your cheerful trot, your gorgeous watchful eyes, and your sweetest temperament. I will never love another dog like I love you. Goodbye is the hardest, but sometimes it is the best thing. I hope the family you’ve joined plays music for you, like we did. I hope they’ve embraced your mild manner and your curiosity. I hope they found a way to get you to love bath time. I hope they were able to give you the biggest backyard to run around in. I hope they get to see you play in the snow. Most of all, I hope you know how much we loved you, how much we miss you, and how much we always will.