The Story Behind This Song
I wrote this song the year I lost my dog. Not a pet — my soul. The one who nudged me awake every morning at 6 with slobbery licks. The one who sprawled across my bedroom floor like he owned the whole house — because he did.
You were never just a dog. You were my therapist, my bodyguard, my reason to get out of bed on the days I didn't want to. You stole my socks and guarded my door and looked at me like I was the entire world.
Tell me good dogs go to heaven. Tell me there's steak in every dream and tennis balls that fly forever. Because I need to believe you're somewhere running free — and that one day I'll feel that slobbery kiss on my face again.
If you've ever lost a dog that was more than a dog — this song is yours. And you already know exactly what I mean.

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