Tomorrow marks two years since I said goodbye to Lord Seymour Wiener of Nashville. My long-haired mini dachshund, my tiny sovereign, my brave little co-pilot through moves, milestones, and moments I never imagined facing alone.
From the snowy streets of Minneapolis to the music-filled heart of Nashville, Seymour was more than a pet—he was family. He listened without judgment, barked with conviction, and napped like royalty. When his back gave out, I made a decision that still aches in my heart. But I know it was made from the purest place of love—and he deserved that love in its fullest expression, even in goodbye.
This photo says it all: his adoring gaze, my green dress catching the light, a moment where love was quietly exchanged between souls. Seymour wasn’t just a dog. He was a gentleman. A confidant. A reminder that the bond between human and pup defies explanation.
As Marilyn Monroe once said, “Dogs never bite me. Just humans.” And Seymour embodied that sentiment flawlessly—his sweetness was unshakable, his loyalty unmatched. And when I hold Miss Freckles close, I’m reminded of how lucky I’ve been to love and be loved by creatures so pure.
So today I honor him with words and memory and this truth, from M.K. Clinton:
“The world would be a nicer place if everyone had the ability to love as unconditionally as a dog.”
Forever royal. Forever missed. Forever loved. 💚🐾
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