“If tears could build a stairway, I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again.”
It’s been a year since you’ve been gone. We thought of you on your birthday and we celebrated you by remembering all the good times and missing you more than words can describe.
A lot has happened in the past year. Your dad and I got married. We adopted two kittens, Milo and Oliver. (They would’ve loved you, by the way.) I started a new job that I enjoy. While there’s so much going on around us, we still haven’t forgotten you and how much you mean to us. In fact, your dad is running in the Pittsburgh Marathon in your memory.
I’m trying to forgive myself for not fighting for you more. It’s something that haunts me on a daily basis, but I hope you know that we did what we thought was best. You were suffering and it was beyond difficult to watch. You fought hard, though, and I’m so proud of you.
Some people don’t understand the pain of losing a pet, but you weren’t just a pet. You calmed me when I was anxious, you put your paw on my hand when I was sad, and you were always by my side. You saved me.
It’s beautiful outside. The sun is shining for the first time in days. I know you sent this nice distraction but the tears are still there. I’ll be strong, though, because I know you wouldn’t want to see me cry.
We know you’re happy, healthy, and probably chasing birds up in heaven. I hope you’re watching over us and smiling at how silly your siblings can be.
We love you and miss you so much, Jackers.
Also, Jill and Max are still waiting for you to come home.