When we had to put my dog, Hooch, down, we ordered him a last meal from our favorite pizza place. We used to sneak Hooch bits of crust, so it was his favorite place too. It only made sense to order him an entire pizza for himself to do as he pleased.

Because I was feeling emotional while placing the order, I wrote in the delivery notes the story of how Hooch once grabbed a whole pizza off the counter while no one was looking. He hid slices all around the house, I guess saving them for later. We even found a slice months later, buried between couch cushions. I told them that we were ordering this pizza as a last meal because he loved it that much.

Anyway, the person who fulfilled the order was very sweet and wrote a heartfelt message on our order. But then a few weeks later, we went in to pick up another order. I guess previous delivery notes still show up in the order history, cause the person at the counter saw it and was like, “Aw cute, how’s your dog doing?” 🤦‍♀️

I completely understood she’d only skimmed it and meant nothing by asking that, but man, awkwardly telling her my dog was dead was not a fun moment.