Today, we put our dog Hollis to sleep.
Hollis was my first dog ever, and while Sarah had innumerable animals in her home growing up, Hollis was my first. We had him for 12 years, and I feel like we gave him good life. We rescued him from the streets of Queens and whisked him away to the luxury of TriBeCa, Chelsea and eventually the Upper West Side. He got to roam in Connecticut where he enjoyed nothing more than sneaking off into the woods to find dead things to roll around in. We took him to Maine, Washington D.C. and pretty much everywhere else we went for the past 12 years.
He was a world class snuggler, and even when he drove me apeshit I still loved him.
He was my dog. My first dog, and I’m crying as I type this because I can’t believe he’s gone.
