Millie is my soul dog, and although she is not physically with me, I feel she will always be here because there isn’t a part of my heart she hasn’t filled.
Millie has spent her whole life, from puppyhood to her senior years, by my side. She has witnessed the majority of my 20s and 30s.
Through life’s ups and downs, breakups and heartaches, Millie brought comfort and licked away any of my hurt.
Like an invisible leash attaching her to me, or maybe it was me to her. Anywhere I went, there was Millie.
She has lived abroad in Norway, spent months living out of a van, as we took a road trip through the States.
She was a social dog, quick to roll over for strangers. She was active too, no walk too long, no dog too big to play with.
Millie loved all things young, from children to puppies and even kittens.
Unlike most dachshunds, she was never food-driven. Her bowl remained full until I sat down to eat.
Millie is a beloved member of the family and was there for all holidays and big life events. She was there when my nieces were born and saw them become teenagers in high school. She shared a special bond with her grandmother, the only person Millie would be ok to spend the night with other than me.
There are no words to describe how deeply loved Millie is and how grateful I am to her.
She leaves behind only sweet or funny memories.