Lighting…
Lighting…
My dog died yesterday. Sixteen years. The house is so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat and I hate it.
Sixteen years of love is an entire life shared. That quiet is how much he mattered. I'm so sorry.
Grief is just love with nowhere to go right now. He was lucky to have you. 🐾
Cry as much as you need. He'd want you to know it was a good life because of you.
Sad day so sorry to hear that…