Farewell, My Friend.

I’d like nothing more than to call and see how you’re doing. To ask to video chat and see your face. To make sure you’re well fed and getting lots of walks and even more love. But I waived that right when I left. And I know if I call and say I miss you, there will be the inevitable “Well you chose to leave.” And it’s true, I did. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t the hardest thing I’ve done. That doesn’t mean that when I held your face in my hands and looked into your eyes and said goodbye, that it didn’t hurt like hell to walk out that door, knowing I may never see you again.

I had thought that I had no room left in my heart for pets after the ones I’d lost over the years. Certainly not a dog. I had always been a cat person. But then you came into our lives seven years ago and won me over with your gentleness and devotion. You kept me company on difficult days. You got me moving when I didn’t want to get out of bed. You loved me, in the pure way that only animals can do, as my life was falling apart. For that I will always be grateful beyond measure.