I had to put my pup Winston to sleep on December 18. It has honestly been the most painful thing I have ever experienced. My dog was my boy, and he brought so much joy and love to my life. Every part of my day reminds me of him. Wake up? Time to feed Winnie! Get off the couch? Look at the floor so you don’t step on him! Doorbell rings? Oh here comes the barking! Dropped food on the floor? No worries, Winston will get it! And all of that is no more. Now when I wake up, I miss him because I can’t feed him. When I get off the couch, I look for him and he’s not there. The doorbell rings and there’s silence. If I drop food, there’s no one there to pick it up. He was so engrained in the fabric of my life that it’s been jarring for me these past few days. I miss him so damn much. I wish I had taken more videos and photos of the early years. But it was before iPhones and such. The pictures and videos I do have bring me great comfort, so I am thankful for that at least. Pets are family, man.