“We will be with you, and hold you till you’re quiet. It hurts to let go.”
I’m having one of those days, really just painfully missing my dog Nola who passed away in April of this year. Some days I’m okay and I accept it, and some days I just break down and cry until my throat hurts. It’s so horrible to love something that can and will die someday. I will myself the strength to get better at accepting this. But still, I just miss her so much, she was too young to die. I would do anything to hold her again, and look into her eyes and tell her how happy she’s made me.