Grief is a heavy leash, one I never thought I’d have to hold without you on the other end. It pulls at my heart, reminding me of the empty space where you once were. They say time heals, but how can it when every quiet moment feels like a missing piece of my soul?

I’m honored to carry this grief because it means you were here. Because you mattered. Because you were worth every tear that falls, every walk I take alone, every time I reach down to pet you and find only air.

You were worthy of my joy, my laughter, my love—and now, you’re worthy of my sorrow. This pain is a testament to what you meant to me, a bond so pure it refuses to break, even in the face of loss.

So I’ll carry this grief, not because I want to, but because I must. Because you were, and still are, my best friend. And if this is the price for the years of wagging tails, wet noses, and unconditional love, I’ll pay it. Over and over again.

Rest now, my sweet companion. My heart aches, but it beats because of you.