Misunderstood by so many, Bucket was often deemed an eternal grump.. but to me, he was always just a complex, hilarious, clever, deeply particular, fiercely loving, twin soul. Those who chose to shrug off his tough exterior know what a special boy he truly was and that his saltiness was just part of his charm. From day one, my heart has been tethered to his. We always understood each other perfectly, in a way that baffled people.. but we shared a language, a connection, a world all our own. I can’t believe that world of ours, that has always just been the two of us, is now so small and so lonely. There are people who will never understand why we tried as hard we did to save him, but Bucket was nothing if not a fighter. We told him to fight if he could, but that when he couldn’t, we wouldn’t be angry with him.. that nothing will change how much we love him. We owed it to him to do right by him, and although he owed us nothing, he pushed on hard for us, so we did too for him. Even though we gave each other everything, sometimes, the war is not meant to be won. The hole Bucket leaves behind is enormous, but the legacy he leaves is far greater. Our first rescue with FBRN, Cole’s first dog ever, Bucket influenced our love of Frenchies and passion for rescue. He has been an unbelievable foster and permanent brother to innumerable others, patiently welcoming each into our home without fuss or fanfare. His impact extends far beyond his time on earth and every dog that we have helped and will continue to help is because of him. I will forever be humbled and grateful to love and be loved by this incredible, quirky, once-in-lifetime dog. To the best Bucket there ever was, my sweet and salty boy, my kindred spirit.. I profoundly miss you. Thank you for being my very best friend all these years. I know our love runs deeper than this mortal world, and I will carry you with me every day onward until the end of time 🌈❤️
Category: Memorials
