We used to have a dog named Apple Pie when I was younger.

She was a mini golden doodle that we got as a family gift when my baby brother was born.

We used to take turns taking her out, training her, and fought over who's room she got to sleep in.

(It was usually a pretty rough fight since I have three older siblings)

She meant everything to us. She was a part of the family for fifteen years before she died.

It was a pretty depressing occasion.

We all went over to our parents house to bury her, we had a cook out in her honor, and had apple pie with vanilla ice cream.

It was full of tears, like we had just lost a younger sibling. Fifteen years is a long time for a dog. Especially one of her standard.

And it's nice to know she's still bringing us together even after her passing.

It's nice to know even when she's not there, she always will be.