You have grown to be such a big masterpiece of a creature who acknowledges only one master: me. You can be playful and smart and soft and sweet. But you can also be dangerous and fierce.
Having two kids in the house (now that I moved back in to my parents) while you are around is like treading on a wire 10 feet off the ground.
I never run out of black bruises caused by your excitement when I arrive home.
But tonight has been the worst so far among all the accidents you have inflicted. Each time, I looked the other way. But not this time.
Kunot, my beloved and faithful dog, I will have to let you go.