This morning, the world changed forever.
The house feels quieter now. His bed lies untouched, his favorite toy still resting by the door — waiting for a pup who will never come home again.

He was more than just a dog.
He was everything — my best friend, my protector, my comfort in silence, and my reason to smile on the darkest days.

I held him close one last time. I whispered how much I loved him, how proud I was to be his human. But no hug could ever be long enough to say goodbye. I felt his heartbeat slow, and as he slipped away, I swear I felt something in me go with him.

He didn’t go alone.
A part of my soul left with him, chasing him into the stars, where pain doesn’t exist and tails never stop wagging.

I picture him now, running free through golden fields, no longer hurting. I imagine that big, beautiful smile and those eyes full of light. I hope he knows I never wanted to let go. I hope he knows how much he was — and still is — loved.

Grief comes in waves. One moment, I’m okay. The next, I’m drowning in memories — of walks in the park, quiet nights curled up on the couch, and that special way he looked at me like I was his whole world.

And he was mine.

Forever my best friend. Forever my family. Forever my soul dog.

I whisper to the sky now:
“Wait for me, sweet angel… we’ll meet again. Until then, run free, pain-free and smiling. You are so missed. You are so loved.”