She wasn’t just a pet—she was the only one I ever had. For 15 years, she was family. A constant presence through life’s highs and lows, always close, always watching with those wise, gentle eyes.

Last August, everything changed. The diagnosis came quietly but hit hard—a tumor in her nose. The vets told us there wasn’t much to be done.

We knew the time we had left would be borrowed and fragile, and we cherished every single day.

The very next day, my dad passed away. The grief was heavy, and somehow, she knew. She didn’t leave my mom’s side, staying close as if to say, “I’ve got you now.”

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She only left to quietly rest her head on my lap—as if she knew I needed her too. That moment is burned into my heart. It was her way of holding us together.

This morning, I woke to find her nose bleeding again. I tried everything, gently, hoping it would stop like the other times. But it didn’t. I knew. She was tired.

At the vet, I held her close. Told her she was a good girl—the best girl. I whispered that Grandpa was waiting for her, treats in hand, belly rubs ready, just like before.

She went peacefully, wrapped in love and goodbye tears.

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It hurt deeply that my wife couldn’t be there, too. She loved her just as much. But our sweet girl wasn’t alone.

She left surrounded by love, carried in my arms, just as she had carried me through some of the most complex parts of life.

Fifteen years of loyalty, love, and quiet companionship. She left paw prints on the floor and across the core of who we are.

Sleep well, sweet girl. You were our heart. And now, you’re in the arms of someone who loved you just as much until we meet again.