My dog was hit by a car last night. He's been my best friend for 13 years. RIP Goose

Goose was not "just a dog," matter of fact I don't know if we ever told him he was a dog. He was my Best friend. He was with me whenever possible. He was never really good at fetch, but he won a lot at stick keep away. He was scared of storms, but he would protect me bravely through each one. Jacob and Samuel were his first priorities, making sure they were ok each morning and he tucked them in each night, taking Jacob to the bus stop or school. His favorite cologne was ode de horse poop or skunk. He had horrible breath, but gave sweet kisses. He couldn't be contained, he'd climb or dig his way out every time. He never met a stranger, he loved to greet everyone at the store. He loved to go for his daily jaunt and make sure the neighbors were ok. He was one of a kind. He took a piece of me with him when he died. I love you Goose, you were a good boy. Run free.