It has been just a week since you left me Tone, but I still look for you to come creaking down the hallway with sleepy eyes and a careless attitude. Sometimes I still feel you sit persistently beside my computer chair and tap my elbow when it's time for bed. I can imagine you barely fitting on the window sill enough to relax so you could sniff the spring air outside. 

When I'm in our bed I listen for your snoring beside me and I reach my foot out to feel your weight and warmth on top of the blankets. But you're not there, baby. And I know you're not coming home. I have no one to lay with me now and I feel so alone. 

I'm very sad that you had to leave me but I'm glad to have gotten these your last few months in this world at home with you. I know we did everything we could when we finally knew you weren't well. It comforts me to know at least you don't hurt anymore. 

I'm not sure what God has to teach me about this, by taking my baby away, but I'm so grateful he was merciful enough to give us at least one last nite together at home. I told you we weren't leaving you at the vet's to die. 

You are with me, best friend. I feel you all around this house, inside my soul, everywhere I look. Thank you for being with me to watch over me as I grew up. I love you back, my precious Boo, and I'll never forget you. You are my soul mate.