Every time I find a piece of your hair, I hold it with hope of piecing you back together.

I miss your cuddles & the way you’d follow me everywhere.

I miss being guarded when I go to the bathroom.

I miss your barks & hearing your collar jingle.

I miss everything about you Boog.

Etching your photo into my skin was cool but nothing beats loving you in real life.

The micro joys of the in-between times have been healing macro grief.

Sometimes grief can blur the vision of gratitude but I’ll forever be grateful for the love you provide.

I love you always son.

– Mom