I don’t even know how to begin, because everything still hurts so much. The house feels quiet, empty… too quiet without your little footsteps, without your excited barks whenever I came home from school. I still wait for you to come running, tail wagging, eyes full of love. But you're not there, and I don’t know how to make that feeling go away. You were only five months old, so small, so new to the world but you already made it brighter. You were smart, playful, and so loving. You listened to us so well, as if you always wanted to understand, to make us proud. And you did. Every single day, you made us proud.