My best friend is gone, but I'm happy.

The pain is unimaginable, crippling... but I'm happy. Happy I got almost 15 years with him, 15 happy, healthy, treat-filled years. I'm happy I got to experience all his firsts on our adventures together. I'm happy we saw the beach, mountains, snow, sand, lakes, trees, salt flats and all the soft moss he loved so much. I'm happy we hiked and road tripped and paddleboarded together. I'm happ my memories all include him. He made my life whole and I feel privileged to have helped him over the bridge when the cancer took the lead last week. He was tired, he was not able to do all the things he used to but he never once felt any pain. I'm happy I was able to make sure his last day was filled with walks and hamburgers and so much love with all his favorite people and treats. I hurt so much, but I'm happy.