On Friday April 26, 2019, my 17-year old, furry and four-legged muse left me for heaven.

While I have to believe that the past few months (if not years) of slowly losing her bit by bit has helped the final loss not cut so deep, I have no idea how the pain of losing her could have been much worse.

The warm spot by my side for the last 17 years now resides in my chest, keeping the chill from my heart until I see her again.

Don’t worry. I’m surviving, but the return to the new normal will take a bit of time to work out. Thank you all for having my back through this hard journey. Know each of you is loved for it by a nut and her late muse.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe