I just want the infinite void to know that he mattered. Even if nothing else ever does, he mattered.

I'm having a hard time with the loss of my dog, Hershel. He was just shy of 5 years old before lymphoma took him. I struggle with the thought that one day, I will forget all the little things that made him who he was. I don't know how to move past the grief because its the only thing that keeps him with me. I don't want him to fade into nothing because he mattered. He made me more patient, more kind, more loving. Maybe he didn't change the world, but he changed *my* world. I just want the world know that he was alive and he mattered...