Rest easy, ole boy

Reggie. The best boy.

Graduated college (twice), got married to the woman of *our* dreams, bought a house, had a baby, had another baby, and every other incredible milestone over the past 11 and a half years; this guy was there for it all.

We had to say goodbye on Saturday and I haven’t been able to finish this post because I cry every time I get halfway through. It hit me again today when I got home from work and he didn’t greet me at the door.

Hug your pets. Take that extra lap around the block. Give them an extra treat. Toss the ball a few more times. When it’s over, you’ll wish you could just get one more hour with them like they were when they were still healthy enough to take a walk or play fetch.

Hell of a ride. Thanks for everything, Reg.

Fuck. Cancer.