It’s been five months since Millie left us, yet the emptiness she left behind still feels just as heavy. She wasn’t just a dog—she was the heart of our home, a piece of our family stitched into every memory.

Millie watched me grow—from a young man finding his way, to the father I am today. She was always there—with those trusting eyes, her quiet comfort, and that gentle nudge on my knee when the world felt too much. She helped raise my children, teaching them love, patience, and loyalty. And in the end, they were the ones holding her close—returning the care and warmth she had always given.

We still talk about her, watch old videos, and say her name like she’s just in the next room. It still doesn’t feel right without her. The silence in the house is louder now, like something beautiful is missing.

And the truth is… you never really get over losing a dog. The grief lingers, deep and quiet. Some days, all I want is just one more big cuddle.

Millie, we will never, ever forget you. Run free, beautiful girl.

You loved us with all your heart—and we love you with all of ours.