Emma Wood

It’s very difficult to comprehend a life without you, Miss Emma. For most of my life, you have been by our side, sharing in all our family moments. It’s very difficult to put into words how I feel about you, what you have meant to me over the years. You always loved to play with and guard our family, shielding us from any bird, bat, or airplane that might dare to roam the skies above our backyard. You truly were at home out there, chasing the squirrels and keeping a watchful eye on the ever-encroaching rabbits. You also loved to be in the house with us though, cuddled up on the couch watching football or action movies, always waiting for me to be just a little careless with the popcorn. I worked at night for a while, and you would never go upstairs until I came home. You insisted on sitting there, every night at 6 am, wagging your tail, waiting for me to trudge in, hungry, tired, and covered in grime, to plop down on the floor and give you a big hug. I’m sure I’ll see you again one day, sweetie, but until then, you keep those squirrels honest up there, OK?

Ryan Wood, in loving memory of Emma Wood