I have had to tell the story two dozen times, approximately. I haven't told it yet without crying. You were my "first born," my birthday gift nine years ago, my companion, my comfort, my guardian, my friend.
You were all these things to me and to my husband and to our son, your "brother." 
Even the cats loved you. And they wonder where you are.
We still expect to see you at the door when we come home, wagging your entire body, so happy to see us, even if we've only been away for five minutes.
I still expect to trip over you when I get up in the morning.I miss you so much. It's too quiet. We weren't ready to say goodbye.
