There are some souls that come into our lives and change us forever—he was one of them. From the moment I first held him, I knew he was special. His eyes held a quiet wisdom, and his presence brought comfort like nothing else could. We did everything together—walks in the park, lazy naps on rainy afternoons, late-night talks where he just listened with those big, gentle eyes.
We packed a lifetime of love into the time we had. And yet… it wasn’t enough. No amount of days, no matter how full of cuddles, laughter, or shared silence, could have ever been enough.
When you lose someone like that—whether they walk on two legs or four—time feels cruel. It speeds up when you want it to slow down, and it slips away when you try to hold on tighter. I thought I’d have more mornings with him nudging me awake, more evenings with him curled up beside me. But life had other plans.
His passing left a hole in my heart that nothing can quite fill. I still find myself reaching for him out of habit. I still glance toward the door, expecting to see his face. And sometimes, I swear I hear his footsteps, or feel the warmth of his presence when the room is still.
I’m so grateful for the memories, for the unconditional love, for the joy he gave me. But grief has a way of wrapping itself around gratitude, doesn’t it? I would give anything for one more day. Just one more.
His life was short—but his love was immense. And though our time was fleeting, the bond we shared will echo in my heart forever. Rest easy, my sweet friend. You were so loved. And you always will be. 💔
