My soul mate

What a crazy, whirlwind of a year it has been. Forgive me, readers, for the one sparse post that has been written since this time last year. Even now I am not sure where to begin, and it’s hard to believe that it is already April! A few weeks ago, we made the hard decision to put Whitey to sleep after seventeen long years together. I never thought that I would be sitting down and typing those words, and it still seems far too surreal. After his autopsy revealed that he suffered from liver cancer in the end, it reassured that we made the best decision so that he wouldn’t be in pain any longer. I’m so grateful that Kelly, Molly, and Mom were able to be there and I know that he knew the room was spewing with love. Whitey and I had a few good talks together during those last new nights we were alone and I promised him that we’d meet again sometime. I thanked him for being the best friend of my girlhood, the most understanding college roommate, and perhaps the best soul mate when my heart was broken. It’s true when people say that pets are like family. Whitey had the biggest heart, was the most forgiving, and I know that nothing can ever replace that.