06/16/2026
At 10:15 last night I lost Pickles, and I honestly don’t know how to put into words how much that hurts.
Pickles wasn’t just a dog. He was my shadow, my best friend, my comfort on the worst days, and the one constant thing I could always count on. Through heartbreak, loss, stress, and some of the darkest moments of my life, he was always there. He never asked for anything except a little love, a snack, and a place beside me.
Anyone who knew Pickles knew he had the biggest personality packed into the smallest body. He was stubborn, mischievous, opinionated, and somehow always managed to get his way. Even in his old age, when he was blind and deaf, he still found reasons to be happy. He still got excited for food, still wanted to be near the people he loved, and still greeted life with a wagging tail.
For 15 years, he taught me what unconditional love looks like. He never cared if I was having a bad day, if I was successful, if I was struggling, or if I was at my best. He loved me anyway. Every single day.
The hardest part is knowing that the world keeps moving while mine feels like it stopped. The house is quieter. The bed is empty. And I keep expecting to see him where he’s always been.
Thank you, Pickles, for every cuddle, every laugh, every gray hair you gave me, and every ounce of love. You truly saved me more times than you’ll ever know.
I would have loved you for another 15 years if I had the chance.
Run free, my sweet boy. Until we meet again. ❤️🐾