12/30/2025
New Year arrived like it always does — hopeful, loud, glitter-wrapped — but my heart stepped into it barefoot, heavy with the absence of paw steps that once followed me everywhere. Midnight fireworks exploded in the sky, but the real explosion happened quietly inside me, in the hollow places you used to fill so naturally. You didn’t leave in a single moment; you faded in echoes. The first sunrise of the year felt thinner, quieter, almost apologetic. Your collar still sits where winter left it. Your leash still hangs, but without purpose. People celebrate fresh starts, but I carry a love that never needed restarting. Because you were my constant, my everyday miracle. Somewhere beyond the Rainbow Bridge, I hope your legs are young again, your breath effortless again, your world free from pain. Here, I don’t chase resolutions. I whisper reunions. Because love like ours didn’t end. It relocated. And even now, as the calendar resets, my heart refuses to. Because it still speaks your name fluently in the quiet. Not goodbye. Just waiting. Just love. Just “see you soon” whispered into forever.
