Kenny Rogers, 11 years wasn’t long enough.

I said goodbye to my best friend yesterday & I’m lost. I got through the day fine enough but being home without him physically hurts. I miss him being scared of the washing machine & begging for my dinner. I miss him getting annoyed when I sit in his spot on the couch or when I don’t go to bed on time. I miss hearing his nails on the hardwood floor or when he’s trying to get into something he shouldn’t be. I miss that silly face he made when something startled him awake - like one lip would get stuck up and the opposite side of his heads ear would be cocked. I know the hurt will pass but my god he was my favorite thing in the world.