I have been saving this blog so it's the last thing I did on this workday. Part of me is dreading it as I type.  Yesterday, Fiance Thom and I made the decision to have my dog, Griffin, put to sleep. He had really deteriorated over the past couple of weeks, and I couldn't stand to see him suffer one more day.  It is easily one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.  But I think that's just a testament of how much I loved him, and how good he was to me.  I tried to tell myself that I would have peace once I knew he wasn't hurting anymore.  But the truth of the matter is, this is much harder than I thought it would be. I just miss him so much.  For nearly 12 years he was at my feet and at my side... my partner...no matter what city I lived in, or what job I held. 

In the days leading up to his death, my heart was breaking for him, because he was hurting.  Now, my heart is breaking for me, because I know I must return to life without him. Thom says he never knew me without Griffin, so this is new for him too. It's amazing how our pets can truly become a part of our lives.  I know that mine is forever changed because Griffin was a part of it for so long. I will never forget him.