There's a quiet in the house now that wasn't there before a space where paws used to echo across the floor, where a tail thumped happily at the sound of my voice, where eyes full of love followed me from room to room.

Saying goodbye to Honey was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. It wasn't just losing a pet; it was parting with a best friend, a companion who saw me through so many seasons of life. Through joy, heartbreak, quiet days and loud ones -- Honey was always there, offering comfort without words, loyalty without question, and love without condition.

She wasn't perfect, but she was perfect for me. Whether it was the goofy little habits that made me laugh or the calm way she would rest her head on my knee when I needed it most. She had a way of making life better just by being in it.

Letting her go was an act of love a final gift after so many she gave me. I hope she knew, in those last moments, just how deeply she was loved, and how much she'll always be missed.

I still listen for her sometimes that familiar sound, that feeling she's just around the corner. And maybe, in some way, she still is.

Thank you for everything, Honey.
You were so, so good.