To my Good Boy:

You have no idea how important you are to me.
You really don't. I've said it a million times.
Dad and I try so hard to let you know what you mean to us...but there's that whole human/dog communication barrier.
If there were some way I could just speak dog... or let you inside my brain...I would probably feel better about all this. Maybe I would feel more comfortable if I could know that you believed me.
If you could just know that I would do anything to avoid this.
That Dad and I tried everything.
Everything.
That we love you no matter what happens.
No matter what lies ahead.
No matter what happened in the past.
We have been so lucky to have known you.
So lucky to have been hugged by you.
And so lucky to listen to you fart all day. :)
And for God's sake...smell you fart all day.
Ulysses, you are the best dog I could ever ask for. You have made our hearts whole. You have been such an important part of our lives. And we can't thank you enough for all the great memories.
Please believe me when I say that saying goodbye to you will be the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my whole life. And please believe me when I say that I would give anything to change the circumstances.
I hope...so much...that God or someone in heaven will you read you this blog. I hope you understand English. And you can feel how much Dad and I love you.

You will always be our good boy. Always.
Nothing will change that.

I love you, Stinker.