It wasn’t easy. I lost him on 4/21. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to go outside and play. But his body wasn’t cooperating anymore. So he was here. And then he wasn’t. 💖

And I don’t know where I sent him. I don’t know where he went. I just keep seeing his little head go down on the table. He went so fast. I miss him so much and I just want him to come home. And I can’t believe he’s never coming home.

I feel like I slighted him somehow. Like there was more I could have done for him. Can we ever feel like we’ve done enough? I know I did all I could. With all the money in the world, in the best, best, BEST case scenario, I could have bought him maybe a year.

I sit here with his ashes and his little paw print and I can’t believe this is all real. It’s gotten slightly easier, but not much.