Last night I experienced one of the most traumatic and heartbreaking moments of my life as I watched a driver hit my precious dog Riley and keep going. He made it a few moments and I was able to tell him what a good boy he was and how much I loved him. I told him he would always be my baby dog, and then he was gone. To know Riley was to love him. He was sweet, silly, and gentle. He loved making new friends, chewing on rawhides, playing with his brothers, and being called pretty (he would wiggle and dance every time). He was the perfect bed buddy. He’d cinnamon roll at the end of the bed until he was sure we were awake the next morning, then jump to the top of the bed for his morning cuddles. He’d snuggle, give me a thousand kisses, and fight me for more tummy rubs until I’d say the magic words, “where are brothers.” Then his ears would perk up and he’d leap out of the bed to go wake up his best friends by jumping on their crate. I am thankful that we were able to rescue the little guy and take him from a life full of abuse and fear to a life full of love and joy. To many people, he would have just been a dog. For us, he was our baby and our family is much less whole tonight. To my baby Riley Blerg, thank you for showing me that it is possible to be happy and find little joys while still overcoming the bad in your past. Thank you for being a better doggo than I could have hoped for. And thank you for letting me be your momma. I will love you forever, baby dog. #rileyrecords #restinpeacemysweetboy https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo5SpUOhjaaU27f0ikdo8zMY7tOfsWlGhlFrgU0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d6sp1avaasn2