This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever forced myself to write. My beautiful little lady, Faylinn, is dead. It’s been several weeks since it occurred, and yet as I try to type this out on my keyboard, fresh tears burn my face as if it had just happened. I miss her so much. Every morning she’d greet me by hopping up into bed and showering my cheeks with her tiny kisses. When I came home from work she would perk up and trot over to my side, her little stubby tail wagging. For dog owners, the love they give us is so pure that when it suddenly gone, it is as if an elemental part of our soul has been torn from us. The pain is ragged. The grief crushing.

But I don’t want this post to be about me. I want to document the special moments she brought to our lives. The whys of why I will cherish her memory forever.