Missing you

It’s been 4 months exactly. 4 months ago we had our last day together. And it was HARD. You didn’t go peacefully, you fought for every last second. Selfishly, I thank you for that. There are so many signs I wish I had known to look for, how to make you more comfortable. I still reach for you every morning, I still think I see you in the corner of my eye, still hear you in other dogs’ barks. I didn’t know grief like this was possible but I can’t thank you enough for waddling out and picking me all those years ago that’s made all the pain so worth it. We had an incredibly full 14 years together and I’m so glad we did. Thank you for seeing me through college graduation, sticking around when I had just enough money to feed you and nothing else: my first adult job, marriage, divorce, cross country moves and starting over. I’m beyond grateful and lucky that I got to love you for your 5,141 short days on earth and I will love you until my time runs out. You’re the sweetest girl, my fat baby, my best friend and soul mate. Until we meet again. ❤️