My loving Puppy

I've been grieving the loss of my family's dog, Puppy/Ewok, for the past couple of days.  My Mom and Pops called yesterday afternoon to tell me that they didn't think Puppy would make it through the night.  My parents had to make the difficult decision of letting him go in peace rather than suffering another day.  I live in Los Angeles, but my family is still in Maryland.  It broke my heart not to physically say goodbye to my dog, and to be with my family during this time.  Our dog was more than a pet; he was our baby.  He had two names--my brother and I called him Puppy, and my parents referred to him as Ewok.  He was incredibly intelligent; even understood both English and Korean.  Puppy brought so much happiness into our lives.  He would've been 18 years old this June.  Thank you to all my amazing, loving friends and family who have called to send their love.  It's been more painful than our family could have imagined.  Those of you who have pets understand this remarkable bond that becomes only stronger over the years.  Their unconditional love is so pure and simple.  I will miss Puppy dearly.  1995-2013