Thank you, for being such a playful little thing who would chase after tennis balls time and again after I steal them from you.
Thank you, for being such a pitiful and cute little thing when stung by a wasp, lying on the glass table helplessly with your head against a leg, whining and crying while your little paw twitches with pain.
Thank you, for being such a surprising little thing, climbing up the stairs overnight, arriving at our doors in the morning, cheering us up with your contagious hyperness.
Thank you, for being such a cute little thing, cocking your head to a side when you hear any unfamiliar high-pitched noise, as if questioning "what exactly IS that noise?"
Thank you, for being such a silly little thing, afraid of the speaking pig whom you look at with such disgust and backs away upon the slightest touch.
Thank you, for being such a hungry little thing, constantly searching, begging, demanding food from us, on the counter tops, on the kitchen floor, on the deck, on the grass; just every where possible, you would find food such as the fine delicacy of escargot.
Thank you, for being such a grumpy little thing, ignoring any command that does not interest you, barking in the middle of the night when you feel like it, demanding attention, when the reward is the only thing you're interested in.
Thank you, for being such an adventurous little thing, bravely exploring any uncharted territories, resulting in hilarious incidents such as a snow-muffled face.
Thank you, for just being Goldie, who brought to us countless hours of joy and headache at the same time, unstoppable laughter, wonderful memories, and unconditional love for 14 years.
I consent to let you retire from your job as official family jester and rest in peace from now onwards. Love you and miss you always, Goldie, the love of my life.
