03/14/25 - You left me 2 weeks ago today. Mommy misses you and loves you so much. Your angel decal came today...

03/12/25 - I brought your ashes home today. I have cried all day, remembering our last moments together. I feel guilty because you devoured the canned cheese minutes before you left me. It gave me pause - was I doing the right thing?
I think so. You were so tired, my baby. I love you too much to keep you here selfishly. I hope you are happy. I love you, my pocket...

03/07/25 - You left me a week ago! It's so quiet - too quiet - here now. I didn't realize how many times you got up and walked around or how many times I had to get you out of some corner or small space. I would do it all again if I could hold you one more time. I love you and miss you so much!

BingBing.Pocket Puppy.Mommy's Baby Man. Mr Bingles.Bingers...

03/06/25 - Happy birthday, sweetheart. You would have been 16 today. Your brothers are getting cookies and ice cream (Dobby is getting your share). They got the Fresh Pet you left behind for dinner. I hope you are running in the sun, my little baby man! Love you!!!

03/03/25 - You left me on 2/28/25, the day after what would have been Stage's 20th birthday. It was a day I had been dreading for at least a year but that you were so ready for. I should have done better by you. I hope you know that I love you then now and forever. It was so hard to let you go but I couldn't keep watching your spirit leave your little broken body & mind. The CCD really got you those last few days. I wanted to spare you another seizure and more months of circling, hitting your head, splatting dizzily to the floor, unable to get up. No more painful cataracts, no more unable to eat or drink. No more extreme weight loss. No more joyless existence. When the light left your eyes that morning, we both knew, huh? The house is so quiet, too quiet! I keep waiting to see you come from behind the fireplace. I keep waiting to hear your little cry, asking me to come save you from all the small spaces you could squeeze into but couldn't get out of. I keep waiting to hear you ask me to put you in my hoodie. But... none of that is happening. Your rabies tag should be here any day now. Your ashes will be ready next week. I can't wait to have you back home.

As bad as the last year was, we had some really good times, too. Remember when I rescued you & Dobby? You were about 4 years old. You didn't like people and would go into "asshole" mode. I would say "kennel" and you would go. We would cover you up and you'd sleep all night. This went on for about 2 years. Then you were my best bud, my pocket puppy, and Stage's "mini me".

You trotted, you played chase, you danced with praying hands, you sang/howled. You snuggled, you kissed.

I miss you so much! I hope you're happy?! I'll write more in a couple of days - you've got a birthday coming up!!!

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