By Paige Krichbaum
It’s been a rough six months without you, Gus Gus.
I’ve been building up the courage to give you a proper memorial, but it pains me to say goodbye.
As I sit in this cold leather chair, I know I’ll never have to truly say those words.
Tears trickling down my cheeks, I look down at the permanent paw print on my thigh, knowing there’s another one stitched upon my heart.
Here’s to more adventures, baby boy.
