My Moe… my Moemer, my Moe-ma-Licious… my sweet toothless wonder…it’s been eight years and it still hurts like it was yesterday.
I miss your soft fur, I miss your rubs against the corner in the kitchen, I miss you curling up in my arms and putting your forehead against mine as we fell asleep. And your hugs- I miss your hugs so so much.
Your pillow is still on the back of the couch. I won’t let anyone use it.
I still have your medicine bottles. I can’t throw them away.
When you left, you took a piece of my heart with you. I would have done anything to bring you home.
I will love you always.
Remembering and honoring you every day, in many different ways