I am not used to write really personal stuff on my blog but I really wanted to write a few things that has been quite a burden for me these past days. Yesterday, I heard from my mom and dad back home in Sweden that my family’s dog died. His name was Bilbo and he was the best dog in the world – maybe not the most well behaved, but he had a good heart and he was always playful and it was stricken pain to loose him. I guess you could say that he was more than “just a dog”; he was more like a part of our family. I remember all the times we have been out to our summer place outside Vasteras in Lake Malaren in Sweden and he’s been with us. He was always up for a bath, especially with my dad. Or not only especially – but almost always (mostly due to me being scared of every water temperature in the world being below + 20 celcius). And when my dad jumped into the water he started to whine and scream a little and after that he threw himself like a kamikaaze pilot out from the bridge platform and did the cutest imitation of a flying squirrel you could ever imagine in to the water.
And now he’s gone forever and I will miss him like hell. I loved you Bilbo, and I will always do that.
Bite some angels in doggy heaven for me as well!
Hej då Bilbo!