Dixon

Dixon was the best dog ever—full of personality, mischief, and love. His nose always led him into trouble, especially when it came to his favorite food: tomatoes. He loved them more than anything and would steal them straight from my grandma’s garden. He had a talent for making the strangest noises, especially the little squeals he’d let out when stretching. He was spoiled beyond measure and got everything he wanted, because how could we ever say no? I miss the way he smelled like Fritos, the way he would dramatically flop over when he was tired (or just over it), and even the way he would bark at me at an absolutely piercing volume. I’d sometimes get annoyed at how demanding he was, but now, I would give anything to hear his voice again. He was my loving, loud, tomato-obsessed best friend, and I will miss him forever.