Some days, the house just feels too quiet. No clicking paws on the floor, no nose nudging my hand, no deep sigh from his favorite spot by the couch. It’s in those moments that I realize just how much space love can take up — and how empty it feels when it’s gone.
He wasn’t just a pet; he was rhythm, laughter, and comfort rolled into one. The way he’d tilt his head when I talked or curl up beside me after a long day — those little things linger in my mind like soft echoes.
I miss him, every day. But more than that, I’m grateful — for the memories, the lessons, and the love that never really leaves.
