We lost Truffle today. It was peaceful. She wasn’t in pain or scared. She laid down on the porch beside my wife this morning after I had left for work and just never woke up. It has been a hard day. I was her person and I loved her very much.

I knew she felt so-so this morning. Instead of popping right up to go outside and then into the den for morning snuggles, she wanted to be a little closer to me and under the warm blankets. I snuggled her a little extra before my shower, with belly, neck and head scratches. She was a little shaky when I picked her up and out of the bed, but that sometimes happens first thing in the morning because she was getting a a little older.

I had been at work for 3 hours when Laurel called and said that she was pretty lethargic and seemed sick. Truffle has had cancer 4 times and she was receiving palliative care for the latest diagnosis. It had been 9 months and she was doing pretty well. Laurel called 30 minutes later and was at the vet and it was bad. I took an Uber strait to the Vet’s office and she was gone. I got to pet and kiss her one last time. She was my girl. My underbite princess. I have never loved a puppy like this – not in my whole life. I am just really sad.

We adopted Truffle in 2014 in Toulouse, France. She was less than a year old and was meant to be a friend and companion for our Boston terrier, Brodie. I let her sleep in our bed the first night and that was her assigned place for the next 11 years. She had to be touching you, no matter what you were doing: watching TV, reading, working on a computer, on the toilet… if you were still, she had to be on you. No matter how much you were petting her, you needed to pet or love her more! Truffle was amazing with Logan. She was so sweet and so gentle.

Truffle was so soft with the kindest deep brown eyes. She was built for snuggling and she LOVED kissing. If you got too close or too comfy, she would lick your teeth. Really. Her tongue was out almost all the time. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was loved.