07/01/2025
Well, this one won’t be fun one… Last week we said goodbye to Sully, AKA Mr. Sullivan, AKA my best buddy. He was my first dog, and as most of you know he found us. This was by the far the hardest thing I’ve ever written, but this is for my buddy…
“I was nervous you were going to tear the house apart when we first got you, but you never did, in fact you mostly slept. For weeks it seemed. Part of the transition from being an outside dog to an inside dog I suspect, or maybe it was just great to finally having a bed instead of a patch of dirt under a porch. Eventually your personality began to peek through, and I couldn’t have been happier it did because I learned just how wild, hilarious, sweet, snuggly, and most of all loving you actually were.
We went on countless adventures, (in fact you saw more of the country than actual human beings I know), countless walks on the beach, in the mountains, through neighborhoods, and cities. We immortalized you through artwork (design projects viewed by millions), and over a hundred enamel pins of your face are scattered across the globe. You were there when I got married, bought my first house, and greeted both my children before anyone else when we brought them home for the first time. It’s hard to imagine a day over the last decade without you in it.
I know the last year was hard. I know you were still there when we’d call your name, or rub your belly, but your body and your mind were tired and no match for the amount of adventure you still wanted. Wherever you are now I hope there’s a mega treat, that your appetite is ravenous for anything and everything, I hope there’s no grass allergies so you don’t have to lick your paws, that your vision is sharper than ever, that your legs are back to how they once were, and that there’s plenty of open fields for you to run and lay down in the grass to soak in the sun.
You were loved so much Sully, and your little spot by the fire place will never be touched.”