Grief is crazy

Months after our fur baby passed away, I still find myself crying out of nowhere—especially when I'm alone or when I see videos of dogs on IG who look similar to him. I shared his photo here days after he passed away, and I'm thankful for your comforting words.

​I have dreamed of him a couple of times, feeling like he was still alive, only to wake up and have reality hit.

​There are still questions that linger in my head about so many "what ifs," but I guess he was destined to live for only 5 years. I hope he didn't regret living with us, because we certainly don't. He was the best decision we ever made.

​He was the last dog we had. The other two—our 6-year-old and 13-year-old—passed away last year. To be honest, I don't know if I'm ready to adopt a new one, knowing their lifespans are short and we are expected to outlive them. How I wish they could live as long as humans.

​The absence of our furbabies is a void that will never be filled. I miss you all so much! I pray that God will make a way for all of us to be reunited.