You know, I always thought this year would go well. In some parts, it has. But it’s also been quite possibly the worst year.
Maggie, I miss you so very much. It’s been a few months and I still look over at the corner where your bed used to be. Loki goes around sniffing the tennis balls you used to play with constantly. I wish you were still here
Gra, it’s been 18 days and I wish it hasn’t. I miss all the moments we used to has, especially us eating things with Vegemite or you teasing me with jokes about the Hawks. Thanks to you, I partially Barwick for the Hawks and think of you every time they win. I love you.
And now Blaze. I love you like you were my own dog, and not just my grandparents. I’ll miss you so much and I hope you’re having fun in heaven with Maggie and Gra.