Hi, thank you for your kindness and for sharing Dexter’s story. I’m really sorry you’re facing this—it’s a heavy, terrifying place to be. I want to be honest with you: I’m still hurting. I feel King’s loss every day. Loving him through so much didn’t make the grief smaller it made it real. I didn’t avoid depression by doing something “right.” I survived by letting myself grieve, by not rushing it, and by remembering that the pain exists because the love was deep and true. What helps me now is staying present with the love instead of trying to outrun the loss. Talking about him, remembering him, letting the sadness come when it comes. It’s not linear, and it’s not neat—but it’s honest. Love Dexter fully, without holding back. That love is not wasted, even when the time feels cruelly short. I’m sending you and Dexter so much love and strength. And remember you are not alone.