Goodbye, Clover. I Will Love You Forever

Clover had been with us for nine wonderful years. She was a great dog. She would run around and play, and when we left, she got into the garbage like no other dog could.
She had a nasty habit of eating things, and twice, she got horribly sick and we brought her to the vet for surgery and said goodbye. Both times she’d eaten some trash which got stuck in her digestive system. And both times, she survived.
Until she didn’t.
She started walking on the tops of her feet because it hurt to walk normally. She never got up from her dog bed, and my dad had to carry her outside to use the bathroom.
My parents took us into my room and told us that we were putting her to sleep the next morning. It was the worst sentence I’d heard in my life.
That night, I snuck out of bed and went down to the kitchen, where she was sleeping. I just sat there and hugged her and pet her until my parents found me and sent me back to bed.
The next day we put her down and buried her in my grandparent’s yard.
Goodbye, Clover. Writing these words is making me cry, but goodbye. You were-no, you are- a great dog. I’ll see you on the other side.