With a heavy heart I write to you all about the passing of my best friend Truman. It has been a difficult time for Tank and I, and we appreciate all of the support from friends, family, and my playgroup at camp.
I can not do Truman’s life justice with a blog post, but I will do my best to say what he meant to me. For most of this Bug’s life Truman has been a second brother to me – and to Tank – and led through example to help me mature into the Bug I am today. Here are just a few words, memories, and thoughts that I want to share.
Truman provided reason when I was being irrational. One time when the neighbor kids opened the gate to the outside, I thought it was an opening for freedom. It wasn’t. Truman stayed in the yard and close to his brother Lex, to protect him, and to guard the pack. He showed me that you never stray from the pack and always stand with your brother(s).
Family is everything. Two legs or four, blood or not blood; you love those that take care of you, and take care of those that you love.
TruTru was so wise for having so few years under his collar, and believed above all in peace and forgiveness. He taught me to kiss instead of bite, to share instead of steal, to forgive instead of fight, and that regardless of any differences we might have in size or opinion, we always protect and take care of each other.
He was my biggest buddy and guardian in life, and will always be that voice in my head helping me to be my best self. He was the Scooby to my Scrappy Doo and I will never forget him. My heart is with Truman’s parents and his blood brother Lex who fulfilled his life, and he loved with all his heart. Thank you big buddy for being my friend. May you rest peacefully now.
ps. I’m sorry I
stole borrowed your squeaky toy. It was, uh, a packing oversight. I will do my best to keep it safe from Tank’s razor sharp teeth as long as I live. I promise that.