I don’t know what to say. Last night a piece of me died and took Pe’ahi with it. I don’t have the right words, I don’t know that I ever will. Words don’t seem enough to honor the life and soul that I spent 15 years, 5 months, and 15 days with. There are a lifetime of memories I will never forget, I will never be able to erase from the etchings in my heart. The first day with him when he ran figure 8’s in the backyard for 45 minutes straight and scared the shit out of me. The time I asked him if he wanted to be my running partner and he started running. The first time I found him under the covers in my mom’s bed, a woman hard set against dog hair on furniture. The time he ate an entire (free) armchair because I locked him out of the bedroom. The time I gave him a turkey heart and he held it awkwardly for 15 minutes before spitting it out. All of the camping trips, the boat rides, the strolls on the beach, the sunsets and sunrises we shared on our morning runs or evening walks. The mountain summits when he was 10+, the soft snores and gentle wabbit chasings. Pe’ahi taught me about unconditional love, about commitment and dedication, about strength and perseverance. He taught me what it meant to be there for someone other than myself, to value someone else’s needs above my own. He taught the rest of the pack how to be good, no GREAT, dogs! They love and respected him, they knew what and when he could handle their shit, they honored his presence. There were days the only reason I woke up was because I owed it to him. I will never be able to repay him. I will never be able to tell him how much I loved him. I will miss him until the end of my days. Thank you to everyone who was touched by him as much as I was. It is humbling to know how loved he was. I’m sure I missed a lot, I know I’ll never be able to say it all. My king, my heart, my soul. Fly free kind sir. I’m sorry we weren’t able to make more of your donations. I shared my life with him from August 7, 2004-January 22, 2020.