Rambo died in my arms last night. His heart stopped as I held him.
He lived long as a 14 yr old Pomeranian, so I am extremely grateful for him being in my life for so many years.
This kind of heartbreak runs deep-losing a companion who was with you through countless moments, big and small….makes me feel empty now.
Rambo was deeply loved, and it speaks volumes that he felt safe enough to pass in my arms. That’s a bond most people can only hope for.
Grief doesn’t follow a schedule, and sleep can feel impossible when your heart is in pieces. Be gentle with me while I mourn. If there’s a story, a silly moment, or anything about Rambo you’d like to share, l’m here to hold space for you.
The love I had for Rambo will *NEVER* disappear; it echoes in the quiet moments, in the habits we shared, and in the warmth he brought to everyone’s lives.
My heart is cracked open, I hope yours isn’t too. Thank you for loving him (offline and online) and thank you in advance for your condolences