10/02/2026
I can’t understand a world where I reach for him and he’s not there. I’m not prepared for that.
So I’m trying to memorize what it feels like to reach down and feel his soft fur. To scratch his belly. To hold the weight of his head in my hands when he’s tired.
I keep wondering if I’ll remember exactly what all of this feels like when I can’t reach for him anymore.
For those of you who have lost your velcro dog—the one who was always right there—how did you cope with their absence?