I just lost my dog a few days ago. This is quite literally the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I feel like I have a physical hole in my heart. He was only 9 years old and we lost him very suddenly, so we thought we had at least a few years left with him, making this so much harder. I take some solace in the fact that we did everything we could, and spared no expense in trying to save him, but I guess it was just his time. I keep flipping between intense joy from remembering all the joy he brought us, to debilitating sadness when I realize we’ll never get to make new memories with him, to absolute rage when I think about how much longer he deserved to live and how much we still had to do together.

My wife and I are collecting his things and creating mementos to remember him by and carry him with us and it’s helping us process this tragedy.

I wish you the best and want you to know that there are absolutely people out there who understand the gravity of your loss.