One year ago, today, I cradled your head in my lap.
Tears rolled down my face.
I let my nose breathe in your scent one final time.
I looked at Ryan.
Tears rolled down his face too.
I looked at the vet.
“I can give you some more time,” she said.
“We just want his pain to be over,” I cried.
She pushed the plunger.
His breathing slowed.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over into his ear, as I buried my face into his fur.
His breathing stopped.
He was gone.
I laid next to his body until it grew cold.
Then I slipped off his collar, and held it so tightly.
Ryan helped me off the floor, and together we exited the office, without my special friend.
God, I thank you for giving me Chili Dawg.
The video my husband made me for Christmas.