My joy boy. My magic man. My tiny prince.
It’s been three weeks and a million years since Fox died peacefully and with great dignity in my arms at home. I could feel in my bones that it was coming. I know in my heart that he chose when to go. We watched one last sunset together, just the two of us, and then he told me it was time. I held him closely as he breathed his last, and for many hours after.
I’m still not over it, I don’t think I ever will be. I still reach for him every morning, still expect him to be there every night when I come home. I’m utterly lost without him, but he’s with me always. I truly believe pets are angels sent to earth to guide us through life, and the cosmic timing of his exit, like his entrance, have infused me with a sense of wonder and magic I will carry with me the rest of my days. All dogs are the best dogs, and he was mine.
He left my life as divinely as he came into it, almost exactly 14 years to the day. 14 years of The Fotz. What a gift. What a joy 🕊️🦊🖤
