If you have found your way here, thank you.
This little blog began as a way for me to hold onto the memories of a dog who changed my life. It has slowly grown into something more. A space where laughter and grief can live side by side. A place where Toby still feels close.
My name is Eddy, and Toby was my black standard poodle. He walked into our lives in December 2018 and quietly reshaped everything. He became our companion, our comfort, our anchor through COVID, my partner at the EMS station, and the gentle guardian of our daughter, Amira.
When we lost him in September 2022, the house fell quiet in a way that still feels unnatural. I realized very quickly that grief needs somewhere to go, and that memories deserve a place to live. This blog is that place.
To help you explore Toby’s story, I’ve organised the posts into categories that reflect the emotions and moments that shaped our life with him.
Adventures
The stories with energy, movement, and that classic Toby chaos.
The outings, the trouble, the unexpected moments.
These are the episodes that make you feel like you’re right there beside him.
Laughs
Not every memory is heavy.
Toby brought so much joy into our life, sometimes without even trying.
If you need to smile, this is where you should go first.
Heart
The soft, warm stories.
Toby curled next to Amira. Toby greeting me at the door. Toby comforting someone on a hard day.
These are the moments that still glow when I think about him.
Work Days
Toby at the EMS station.
Toby becoming part of the team.
Toby turning stressful shifts into lighter ones.
No other dog lived this chapter of my life with me, and it deserves its own category.
Cries
The pieces that come from a deeper place.
The grief. The silence after he passed. The memories that hurt, but that I refuse to let fade.
If you have ever loved and lost a dog, these posts might feel familiar.
This blog is for anyone who has ever loved a dog, missed a dog, or wished they could have just one more ordinary day with them. These stories are real. They are messy. They are emotional. But they are mine, and they are Toby’s, and I share them with the hope that they bring you something too.
So take your time. Explore the categories.
Laugh a little. Cry if you need to. Feel the heart in the small moments.
And join me in keeping Toby’s memory alive, one story at a time.
Thank you for being here.
It means more than I can put into words.
— Eddy
Toby’s human, always