This morning, I lost my baby… and with him, a part of my soul.

He wasn’t “just a pet.” He was my heartbeat, my shadow, my constant in a world that never stopped changing. Through long days and quiet nights, he was there — soft fur against my skin, gentle eyes full of understanding, and a presence that spoke louder than any words ever could.

There were no grand gestures between us — just shared naps, silent comfort, and a kind of love that wrapped itself around me in every stolen moment. The kind of bond you only truly feel once in a lifetime.

And today… I had to say goodbye.

Now the house feels quieter. Emptier. His favorite spot on the couch remains untouched. And though the world outside keeps moving, mine has slowed to a painful stillness. I still reach for him without thinking. Still listen for the familiar sound of paws that will never come again.

Grief is heavy. And today, it sits on my chest like a weight I can’t lift.

But even through the pain, I hold onto the love we shared — the kind that doesn’t end when a heartbeat stops. I’ll carry him with me, in every sunrise, every breeze, every silent moment where I feel him close, even if he’s no longer here.

Because some goodbyes are forever…
But so is the love we leave behind.