At around 4:00 p.m., time stood still.

That was the moment I had to let my beautiful 9-year-old baby cross the Rainbow Bridge. 🌈 The moment I said goodbye to the one who had never once left my side. Not in joy. Not in sorrow. Not in the quiet in-betweens.

He wasn’t just a pet. He was home. A living, breathing piece of my soul.

For nine precious years, he gave me unconditional love — the kind that doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t keep score. He was there through every high, every heartbreak. I whispered my fears into his fur. He listened without a word and healed me just by being near. His presence was a comfort no words could replicate.

And now, without him, there’s an emptiness that no one prepared me for.

Grief doesn’t follow rules. It doesn’t come in tidy waves. It crashes — unexpected, wild, and aching. I’ve tried to help others through their pain before, offering words and comfort. But when it’s your own heart breaking? Nothing feels enough.

I see him everywhere. In the quiet corners he used to nap in. In the soft jingles that aren’t there anymore. In the way my hand still instinctively reaches for him, only to find empty air.

Still, I carry this ache with love — because it came from something real. Something rare.

I know he’s free now. No more pain. No more limits. Just open skies and endless fields to run through. But my heart will always have a space shaped exactly like him.

Rest well, my sweet boy. Thank you for being my everything. Until we meet again… 💔🐾