Onyx was my world. He meant EVERYTHING to me. He was my service dog, my best friend, and the love of my life.
I didn’t know love like that could even exist, nor did I know a bond like ours could happen. Onyx was never a burden, I genuinely enjoyed taking care of him. We had such a symbiotic relationship, we both would have done anything for each other. We traveled up and down the east coast together. We climbed hundred of mountains, discovered dozens of waterfalls, and lived life to the fullest.
Onyx was never on a leash, he simply didn’t need one- ever. I’ve never met a dog as well behaved, gentle, obedient, sweet, respectful, and quite simply, perfect as him. (and I’ve worked with dogs for over 13 years.) Forever wouldn’t have been enough time with him. When I had him I was never lonely, I was never scared. (He saved my life while out hiking FOUR times.) I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trusted him.
It’s been 2.5 years and I still think about him and miss him constantly. I had his paw print tattooed over my heart with ash infused ink. (His ashes are in the ink.) I basically stopped living when he stopped living. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia 3 weeks after he passed. They said I’d probably had it for about 2 years before I was diagnosed. The saying, “I miss him so much, it hurts,” has never been more accurate.
Onyx is my soulmate, he always will be, nobody could ever compete with him. I’m so grateful to have had him in my life… He would have followed me to the ends of the Earth. I will miss him eternally.
I don’t believe in the afterlife, but if anyone deserves to be in heaven, it’s certainly Onyx.
In Memory of Onyx