Deuce
9/1/2009 - 9/17/2020My Boy.

I don’t know where to begin. I suppose I start with what matters most: I love you. There’s a point where a dog stops being a pet. There is no master. You were never mine in that regard. But we’ve always had each other. Never my pet. You were so much more. You were my loyal companion. Always with me. Always you and me against the world. We both came from something. We both had baggage. You were dumped on the mean streets of East St. Louis, the smallest of your cruel pack, who wouldn’t let you eat. You were emaciated. You had ring worm, heart worm, homeless people threw bottles at you, shot at you. You were scared and alone. But you survived.

Me? I had my own run, my own challenges, my own turns of fate, my own choices. But. We both escaped unhappy situations and started over. Started fresh. Together. We pushed forward into this crazy, unknown world. You, always by my side. From the moment my future ex-wife let me have you, you and I blazed our own trail, together. Sure, people entered our lives. Dogs joined our pack. Within a few years, there was a Daisy. And she’s the most precious thing. But, the friends, the romance, the pupper pack, the Scout and Gus…Even with Princess Daisy May (be crazy), it’s still always been you and me, against the world.

We had a ways to go when we first started our lives together. You were scared, and so was I. But we figured it out. You became my rock. My anchor. And I took care of you. You were always by my side. I was always within your line of sight. Everything I’ve experienced, I experienced with you. It’s always been you and me, against the world. Daisy is her own pup. She goes where she goes. When she’s ready for bed, she goes to bed, but not you. It could be 8:30 PM, or 4:30 AM, you didn’t go to bed until I went to bed. We have always been together, side by side for every single moment. When you slept, I slept. You’ve never left my side.

We’ve been through it all together, I can’t imagine living without you. I will, I just don’t know how. We grew together. We went gray together. We’ve been through everything together. And I don’t know what Daisy will do. You’ve always looked out for her. That time I let you and a six week old puppy out, went inside, fell asleep on the couch as it began to rain…When I woke up and ran outside to let you guys in, there you were, standing over here, shielding her from the rain. When the gate was left open and Daisy bolted, you went with her, and brought her home.

You have always been the happiest, sweetest, most easy like a Sunday morning pup. No matter my life, simply looking at you, you smiling at me, it has always been okay. Your eyes looked deep into my soul, and showed me yours. Deeply, we saw one another, loved one another, looked out for one another.

I feel so alone without you, even with my friends, my family, my Daisy…Because it has always been you and me against the world. There’s a point where a dog stops being a pet and becomes something more. More than a loyal companion, even. You are that. You aren’t my pet or companion, you’re my best friend. That’s it. Right there. You’re my very best friend. I will always be with you, and you will always be with me. I love you, Deuce. You’re my best friend. I love you.
Marcus EderSt. Louis, MissouriSeptember 18, 2020
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I am so touched by your story of your life with Deuce. My thoughts are with you during this difficult time.Sybil Slavin - September 19, 2020

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