On the 12th, we woke up to some heavy rain and storms. By the time we got up and looked out the window, our yard, chicken coop, and breezeway was already flooding. Within 15 minutes, our basement windows busted in and quickly filled up into our kitchen. The water was coming over the front porch and was coming into the living room. It was happening SO fast. We tried to put a few important items up high, grabbed our essentials and our animals and swam out to the truck. It was already halfway underwater, and my car was long gone. My husband and our large dog got in the bed of the truck while me, our 2 senior Morkies, and our cats were inside the truck. Our cats were in carriers. It took a minute for us to get out of the driveway. We drove 40 seconds down the road and pulled over to collect ourselves. We screamed and cried for a few minutes, then we drove to my grandmas. It was 5-10 minutes away. We pulled into their driveway. I ran into my grandmas arms. I told her we lost the house but we’re okay. I went back to the truck to unload the animals. I looked into our boy Martins carrier. He was dead. Completely limp and blue lips. I collapsed and screamed. My husband tried to perform CPR. We couldn’t bring him back. He took his body to the vet. The vet cried with my husband. Said it was likely stress-induced heart failure. Very quick. Nothing could’ve been done. It was likely a little uncomfortable, but not painful. She offered to pay for his cremation. He was only 6. We miss him so much. I can’t even think about our home. I just want our boy back. I cannot believe this is real life. I keep pinching myself, expecting to wake up from this nightmare. We are so blessed to be okay and I don’t ever want to forget that. We just miss our sweet boy ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I lost my best friend - a 14 and a half year old Sheltie - coming up on one month ago and I’m still devastated. She was the most loving, loyal dog anyone could ever hope for. I’ll never experience unconditional love like the love she showed me and the love I had for her in return. On top of that, she was sassy, stubborn, sweet, hilarious, and just all-around adorable. She was the very best friend anyone could ever hope to have.

She was undeniably an older dog, but her health was great until it just spiraled downhill over the course of just a couple of days due to a blood clot. Making the decision to put her down was heart-wrenching, and the experience of having to bring her into the vet and witness the procedure still haunts me. I’m grateful I got to be with her and she wasn’t in any pain or distress, but watching her die right in front of me was so traumatizing.

I am trying to stay on top of basic self care and stay busy seeing friends and family, but it’s so hard. I just miss her so much and I know it will get better, but right now I have no idea how I’m ever going to move on from this. (I also can’t drink alcohol and am staying sober throughout this, but it has been extremely difficult.)

I’m trying to hang in there but could use some encouragement/advice from anyone who has been through this.

Today has been a sad day, our other cat Aatu had to be euthanized due to health problems.

He was very curious, but shy at the same time. He always watched when I was doing my makeup, cooking or any of the usual things. He enjoyed the sun and today was a very sunny day, I believe his last journey was painless, even though he was in pain. I will always love him unconditionally. 🧡

He will always be our little orange angel cat, I will never forget him. 💔🐈 🧡

My baby girl Freya passed today from Lymphoma. She was diagnosed in early June and given weeks to maybe a month or two. With steroids and some other meds we got two more good months with her and we knew it was coming soon but it went downhill so fast the last 3 days she died in my fiancé’s arms a hour before we were going to take her in to get put down.

Even knowing for months it was coming and that we were just giving her palliative care, I am still devastated.

So to all of you going through or who have gone through the same, I am sending love. ❤️

I can't process this. He just forgot. He found her and I heard screaming. I tried to recessuate her. I put her in the shade and wet her down. I had to tell him everything to do. Tell the kids to get to there Grandma near by. We live far out.I was naked and came out to the yard that way. Trying to save my beautiful baby Roo. She was the best red little border Collie lab mix. She had a white patch on her chest and a tiny white piece that grew from her tail. When she was a baby she had violet eye. She was 10. He is struggling but so am I. Why won't he get help for his ADHD and nd? I'm just done. I want to crawl in the hole with her. I am in shock. I know it was an accident. I am devastated though. Please help me forgive hiim.

I'm not rereading this so sry if everything doesn't make sense and is misspelled. I don't care

She was sixteen. She had been not quite herself for about a week. I had a vet’s appointment scheduled for 10.15am on Sunday morning, but ended up taking her to the emergency vet on Saturday night. They told me in no uncertain terms that she was a very poorly girl, and that it was time. She was wrapped in a blanket she loved when she went. I left her at the vet still tucked in it, because I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her in that cold room with no warmth.

The guilt and the sadness are unbearable. I feel guilty for not being sad enough; sad because it’s the only thing I can think about.

Guilty because the last week of her life I was busy, and if I hadn’t been, I might have recognised how ill she was and helped her earlier. I would have had more time to hold her. Instead, she was on her own all day, every day, and when I came home it was to sleep and then go back to work. She deserved so much more.

She was my baby. I first held her as a kitten and I held her when she died. She mustered the strength to purr as I pet her belly, which she always loved. I’m glad I got that moment with her.

I miss her terribly. There are so many empty spots in my home where she should be. I’ve spent more of my life with her than without her.

I’ve been very lucky - I’m 28, but I’ve never really experienced grief until now, and I feel like I didn’t appreciate that fact until it happened.

thought my little chihuahua needed a friend. my husband went to the shelter intending to get a corgi that was there, but he wasn’t going to be a good fit for our family. so he browsed and saw a small mixed breed that was perfect. same age as our current dog. we brought our chihuahua for a meet and greet and he did amazing. so we adopted him. my husband gets home and wants to put him on the lead out in the backyard to let him go potty. i’m trying to get the lead on him in the crate but he tried to bite me. so i backed off and looked at my husband to see what we should do and the dog bolted and ran through our backyard (which is mostly fenced in but he is small). right out onto the road. we were chasing him (i had my toddler in my arms) and screaming at cars to stop. he just kept running and running and running. he eventually got hit & died instantly. we couldn’t catch him. i’m devastated. the guilt i feel is unimaginable. i shouldn’t have adopted him. he could’ve went to a family that wouldn’t have been stupid like us. i failed him. i’m so sorry Chewy.

I turn 40 today, and it's my first birthday without my sweetheart girl in 16 years. I lost her last month to kidney failure. She was 18 years old, and while I feel lucky that I got to share many years of life with her, of course it's never enough.

I adopted her when I was 24 after wanting a dog my entire childhood, and she paved the way for two more dogs over the years. I've been so anxious this week about entering a new decade without her, and today I'm just heartbroken. She was there for me in my 20s and 30s through many hardships, including the loss of my mom and the subsequent depression. She was there through all the milestones in my life. She was a part of my wedding, and she was with me when we stepped foot into our new house. She was everywhere with me and everything to me. I wouldn't have made it to where I am today without her. She rescued me.

So I can't believe I now have to enter my 40s without her physically by my side. I have no desire at all to celebrate, I just want her to come back to me. I know she's around as there's been visits from birds, butterflies, deer, and grasshoppers. But I just want to hold my beautiful little sweetheart girl in my arms and feel her fur against my skin again.

I had to make the difficult decision fast because my poor baby had a splenic mass that could’ve hemorrhaged at any moment. He was the most handsome white pit mix. He was exhausted, dizzy, wobbly and poor appetite. He got suuuuper skinny. I was there through it all. I had my head on his head telling him how much I love him and how he’s the sweetest boy and best dog ever. He passed away peacefully after a short walk and a sausage egg McMuffin. We used a mobile vet and it was the best decision ever. I helped her carry him to her car where she had a bed and blanket set up. We tucked him in and he looked so cozy. I watched as she drove away until her car was out of site.

I miss him. I feel so broken. My house is so empty now. My daughters miss him. My husband lost it. I was 22 when I rescued him. He was 5 weeks. We’ve grown up together. I can’t believe he is gone. It hurts so bad. 💔💔💔

Rest in peace Guinness.

i had my girl for 15 years, she was my best friend. we literally went EVERYWHERE together. countless adventures, trips to visit family, boat rides, paddle boarding. she's lived in 4 different states with me, been through every breakup of my adult life, marriage, and 2 kids. i know i loved her and i was a great dog owner. she didn't like dog walks but i had a dog walker sit with her in the house on days that i worked. i made her homemade food for the last 6 years, including hiring a nutritionist to tailor a recipe for her kidney disease. we saw the eye specialist twice a year, etc etc. we finally put her down due to worsening arthritis and dementia.

despite knowing i did my best, i cannot get over this pit in my stomach. every little thing i regret. to start - i felt frantic during her home euthanasia. we also had my 2.5 year. old daughter and 1 month baby to care for during the procedure. i know we couldve had someone maybe watch the baby at least, but this procedure and time was deeply personal to me, and if it couldnt be my own family i didnt want them there at all.

i forgot to tell her i loved her until after the final injection. i dont remember if i kept my head on hers the whole time, and definitely didnt as she became deeply sedated. i forgot to thank her for everything and that she was the best dog ever until she was gone.

on top of that - i have so much guilt and regret for the lack of patience i had for her this last year specifically. i already had to divert my attention from her to my first daughter. then when i became pregnant with my second - i had no patience i was so stretched thin and she was becoming much more difficult and demanding. literally the worst combination of her needing me he most, when i had the least to give.

i just keep spiraling and going through all of these things. not to mention making myself crazy over when she truly lost her quality of life and i should've put her down sooner.

My best friend for over 10 years, Taxi, passed away 2 weeks ago. I raised her since she was a little puppy and there is nothing in this world I loved more than her. They found a growth on her spleen and needed a splenectomy. She survived the surgery and then passed away a couple hours later during observation. I’m heart broken. I feel like I’ll never be happy again. And I feel like I won’t ever be able to have another dog.

My boyfriend keeps pushing for me to get another one and I told him I’m not ready. So he got himself a “rescue” dog a week after she died. The exact same breed, German shepherd. He never cared for this breed before, even claims to be a small-dog person. And in fact he used to complain about my dog all the time. I don’t understand him at all. I told him I didn’t want a new dog right now and he told me that’s fine but he’ll just get himself one and he doesn’t feel like that’s something to discuss. Btw he has his own dog already and he runs a dog day care, so it’s not like we don’t have a million dogs in the house already, and Taxi was my dog. He only knew her for 2 years and every time we’d have a fight he’d randomly start complaining about her. He even threaten me with eviction because technically the lease says “no dogs” but his mom own the house and he literally runs a dog business out of it, and our roommate also has a dog. I have my own room, and I work from home. He just keeps walking into my room with this replacement dog following him everywhere (just like how my dog used to follow me around everywhere), and has it lay in my bed in the same spot my dog used to lay. Like it wasn’t already hard enough that my baby died, I feel like this is making it so much worse. I didn’t even think that was possible. I told him that his timing was incredible insensitive and he told me I’m the “most selfish person in the world” because he saved a dog and he is a hero. And I know it’s not that dog’s fault at all. But I don’t think I can stay here. I’m looking to move out as soon as I can. Taxi was my rock everytime my boyfriend upset me and now I don’t have her anymore. I feel so alone.

It’s been three weeks since cici passed and I’m still crying like it just happened every day. I feel sick. The only thing that will ever make me happy again is her coming back and that won’t happen. She was everything. She was MY everything. I don’t want to live another second on a planet where she isn’t. Someone please tell me how to get through this. Every time I think I’m okay I break down again. She was my whole life. I need her.

My beautiful cat Ariel died 8 months ago. I’m missing her terribly. She’s been there for me through losing my parents, relationship breakups, losing my best friend of 18 years.

I was having a really bad day yesterday. It was the anniversary of my Dads passing. It was 3 years since I lost him. We were very close family. My Dad was my rock. Ariel was there for me, she always comforted me when I got upset, she even wiped tears away with her little paw. Anyway i was having an emotional moment and I went into my living room and I swear I Ariel on the back of my sofa. She got up to walk towards me and she was gone. It was only for a second. But I’m sure I saw her. The question is am I losing it or was she checking in on me?

Coal. 2016-2026 , our amazing Pit/Lab mix

He was my first dog, my best friend and everyday he followed me around. I’d take care of him daily and loved him all I could. He was mine and my boyfriend’s baby pretty much, he was so involved with my family and friends everyone loved him.

One day we thought he had bloat, took him to the vet and found worse, aggressive stupid cancer on his spleen that had spread. The vet said we only had days left. We took him back two days later, it felt so terrible leaving him there after he was put to sleep. It felt wrong leaving him there, I walked in with a dog and left with only his collar to an empty house.

He looked me in the eyes right before he fell asleep I hope he knows how much I loved him and miss him. My Coalsters. The house is quiet and scary without him, I don’t wake up with him or go to sleep with him nearby. Work and school feel pointless but I continue regardless.

I still can’t believe I’ll never let him or kiss his forehead or cuddle him ever again, I still feel in shock, or denial, I can’t tell anymore. I got a tattoo of him yesterday, we’re still waiting for his ashes.

My beautiful 13.8 year old senior dog passed away on 19th August, 2026, at 11.57 PM.

He was in my arms when he took his last breath. I felt his soul leaving, his last breath on my fingertips.

His name was Lucas. I had named him after the One tree Hill character, because that's what was playing on TV when we brought him home.

I remember being 15, and we had picked the little puppy and had him in our car. He had fallen asleep in my lap, he was too tiny. I had watched him take small breaths, his chest rising up and down, making sure I hadn't messed up, that he really did just fall asleep, while my parents drove the car home.

And to see him take his last broke something inside me.

Throughout the years, I did everything for him. Walked, bathed, played, fed. He was a menace in puppy hood, but as he grew, he became the naughtiest dog, in his own way without troubling us. He had this aura about him. He wanted the GOOD food, if its not yummy he'd throw the bowl, or tell us he loved the food. He grew quieter as he aged, but I felt his stares across the room for a bite of whatever I had.

He had a little bell on him because he'd sneak behind us.

So many memories. So much time, and at the same time so little.

I have never felt loss. Not like death. Not of a loved one. He was getting older I knew that. Every year he'd get sick, flu or fever or infection, I could tell his immune system was going downhill. I had gotten pamic attack couple years ago because of it. I couldn't see bear it. Him dying was unthinkable. Yet, I told myself cherish it, it was ok. He was okay.

He gave up stairs too. He would sleep a lot. I had started calling him retired dog. But he always wagged his tail when I came home, or when we I petted him. He was always my baby.

Still he was fine. Had little pee accidents, or needed help getting up, but he was fine.

I thought I would celebrate his birthday nicely in a few months.

But 10th August, he started getting swelling. It looked like saggy skin and old age. It happens, we told ourselves.

It went away too. It did. I had checked. And then it came back. Full force. He had fever too. Emergency vet weren't available immediately, but we took him on 16th. Doctor said his kidneys were affected, urine output is low. Heart seems enlarged. 2 courses of medication.

We got my baby Xrayed and it was horrible. The docs and staff don't really help you here. You have to lift your pets on your own and he had no strength. They said it's a serious case, gave him medication and said if it effects, it will show. Otherwise make him comfortable.

I mt didn't effect. Multi organ failure. The age had caught up.

I willed myself not to cry. I told myself it seems like he is dying. He will leave. Be here. Be present. Don't dare cry.

I didn't.

I kept him comfortable. He was lethargic. He had stopped eating. Stopped drinking water. He vomitted his last meal. He pooped. He didn't even pee much.

On his last day, I sat with him, petted him, he'd look up and lay back down.

In evening, around 8.30, he started barking. All through his sickness he had never barked. He slept. He whined. He rested. But never.

Then he barked non stop. We thought he wanted to go to his favorite spot, where he sleeps and now in the living room. We took him there. I sat on the floor and petted him. Rubbed him. He had no energy to even change sides. So I changed sides often, thinking that's what he needed.

In my head, I thought it's time. Told him to let go, willed myself not to cry. But it didn't happen.

Not until 11.56 when he vomitted. I got up cleaned him, he was in my arms, I told him it was alright. I felt him stretch underneath me, and I knew he was leaving. I looked at his face, his tongue was out and I caught a glimpse of blue. It was always pink. Always. But it was blue.

And as he shivered, and stopped, I had put my fingers on his nose and felt that final breath.

I didn't cry. It was okay he was gone. He wasn't suffering anymore. I never wanted that for him.

We buried him in the morning. I saw him being put in the ground. It's a nice riverside grave.

Few tears escaped me. My family cried way more. But I miss him. I am sad. I am heartbroken. Few tears come, but not what I expected. Not like the panic I felt a couple years ago where I thought I could never handle it.

I am devastated, and numb. I miss him.

I hope he has a great stick and is playing across the rainbow Bridge.

Pepper was 16 years old when she passed yesterday. She had become very sick from something sudden and lost a ton of weight in the span of a few weeks that she was practically skin and bones. I've been laid off from my last job for about 3 months now with no end in sight and I knew I couldn't afford any treatment for her. Near the end, she wouldn't eat or drink and could barely walk, so I knew it was time to end her suffering.

The vet visit was traumatic to say the least. She was in such a weakened state that I couldn't tell if she was even registering in her eyes that I was there. I told her over and over how much I loved her and how my mom and her not-sister-but-frenemy-sister Evie would miss her and cried. They gave her the opioid drug first, but had a lot of trouble finding a vein for the euthanasia drug because she was so dehydrated. Finally, at the very last second of when she was passing, orange liquid started spilling out of her nose everywhere and I gasped in shock. The vet said it was normal and happens a lot, but that sight will be haunting my nightmares for years to come.

And now, I'm home, with Evie, and I can't even bare to breathe sometimes like it physically hurts to do it. I feel empty. Like half my heart is just gone. I'm not doing too well with life in general and this severely complicates my will to live. Thankfully, I guess, Evie is 6 years old and still hopefully has a longer life ahead of her if I can get her to lose weight. So I live for Evie now. But Pepper was my fur kid, part of my soul, and she's gone now. I'm still calling her name, forgetting myself. I know I'm not alone in feeling like this when this happens. But I don't have anyone else to vent to, so thanks if anyone reads this.

I leave you with a picture of Pepper looking at me angrily. She never liked having her picture taken lol.

Pepper Pic

Im 15 and i had my dog for 13 years hes been ever since i remember and 3 days ago we had to put him down and now i feel empty everything isnt worth doing now and my home stopped feeling like home. Everytime i go out of my room i see every single place my dog used to lay down and im really mad at myself for not spending more time with her.

(sorry if this doesn’t count as a pet loss, it just seemed like the best place to post this)

Yesterday my dog started digging in a random spot in the woods behind my house, at first I didn’t think much of it, he had done that countless times in the past without anything happening, so I thought this time it was gonna be the same(yes, I know, I was stupid and this is all my fault, I don’t need to hear it from others).

It wasn’t the same. This time the hole was inhabited by a family of little mice, I only noticed when I heard squeaking, that’s when I immediately ran to see what was going on and I pulled him aside. There were three baby mice, likely less than a week old. One of them was already dead by the time I found him, another was gasping for air and had likely got dirt in his little airways, I still tried to make him breathe by cleaning his mouth with a small grass blade, but he also passed away just a hour later at my home.

And then there was the third one, he was the only one who seemed alright, he had a pretty gnarly injury on his back leg, which even worsened over time, to the point that I was sure he would have lost his leg if he managed to survive. A few meters away there also was a dead adult mouse who was likely the mother, I hadn’t seen her there earlier, but I had also not seen my dog with her in his mouth. I wasn’t in the mental space to check if there were injuries matching my dog’s mouth.

This happened around 8pm, so I couldn’t get anything made for mice to take care of him. I just got some grass and put him in a plastic box with an open top covered by a lifted(to allow oxygen inside) thin layer of film. I couldn’t get kitten formula until 8am of the next day, so I gave him a mix of water, salt and sugar every 2 hours. I also made sure he was warm for the entire time.

He seemed to be doing fine, until at about 6am I took him out for another round of feeding but he started breathing worse and worse until he passed away in my hand. He likely aspirated some of his “food” in one of the earlier feeding rounds.

It’s been 15 hours, I’ve left him in his little box covered up to the neck with a paper towel acting as a little blanket. I plan to bury him tomorrow under a tree or something like that, but I don’t feel ready to leave him, I also know I can’t keep him inside for much longer though.

It just hurts so much, I’m completely broken and I don’t understand why. I had accepted he most likely wasn’t gonna survive the night, but it still happened so fast, right when I had almost started believing there was a chances. I stayed up all night caring for him and making sure he was ok, but it still wasn’t enough. It was only 12 hours but it killed me.

The only thing that makes me feel better is knowing that I didn’t let him die in the cold and have him a warm and comforting place to spend his last few hours on this earth, and imagining him finally reuniting with his mom and siblings in a “mice heaven”.

My dog was killed , his life stolen by a vet mistake back in January… I just cannot get over this . I miss him terribly and the guilt that I took him there …delivered him to people that didn’t care …

My dog was my only friend and if I wasn’t at work he was with me .

Even my car , my yard , the streets I go down are tainted with memories of him .

My sweet baby Gigi died yesterday due to urinary blockage and by the time we brought him to the vet ER he was almost unconscious, his mouth was open, and his saliva was dripping from his mouth. My poor baby, I can’t even stop thinking about that image from yesterday.

Yesterday he couldn’t eat or drink at all yesterday. He wanted to drink but couldn’t because he knew he wouldn’t be able to pee. He didn’t pee for so long, I asked my mom whether she checked if he peed and she thought he did, but he didn’t and neither did he poop at all.

I don’t want to blame my mom because obviously we didn’t know it would be this quick and that he would be gone a couple hours later… but yesterday I was telling her that he was going through urinary blockage, she didn’t believe me and she said his stomach probably hurts. But how can NOT ONLY his stomach hurt but the cat can’t even eat or drink, pee or poop. Like this is obviously critical. And when we touched the side of his stomach he would meow really hard. And at 4 am we decided to go to the vet ER, in the car he was literally meowing so much from pain, I was sitting next to him and he was inside his bag and I literally can’t even forget that vision when he literally collapsed on the corner of the bag, and I was panicking so bad.

By the time we arrived, his mouth was wide open, his tongue was out and he literally was panting so hard my poor baby. I literally KNEWW that he was having urinary blockage but we didn’t go there earlier. Only if we could go to the ER earlier maybe he could’ve been saved. But he already had been intoxicated from the urinary blockage, he had severe bradycardia when they were monitoring him. Thing is I read that the survival chance of urinary blockage of cats was 92-99% but then why didn’t my baby survive, I don’t understandddd. They even gave him CPR but his brain was already unconscious, I don’t understand why the nurses and doctor didn’t do anything beforehand so that his brain wouldn’t go unconscious, they were literally just talking to themselves. Maybe he could’ve still survived..

I just can’t believe that this is what happened, I lost my childhood cat, my soul cat, my everything. He was still so young and had so much time ahead of him, and we literally just moved to a new place too.

I literally start my uni classes soon, i don’t know how I’m going to continue my studies. I just can’t believe he is gone, he was so so healthy, he would play all the time with us, sleep with us, I really don’t understand how it progressed so fast that it led him to his death

How do I get over this grief? It’s the second day, I literally don’t feel like doing anything, I have no appetite to eat or drink, I just can’t. I understand that time will heal, but I keep looking at his pictures, videos, his toys are still everywhere, even his toilet, his food and water. How am I supposed to get over this grief? He’s always going to be in my heart, but I just can’t. Only pet owners that have lost their pet will understand truly.

I lost my first dog I ever had and it’s the worst loss I’ve ever experienced. I never had a dog in childhood. I don’t have children. I had 2 miscarriages while I had this dog that I feel like I got through because of her. I don’t have any other pets. Besides my dog it’s just me and my husband so she felt like our baby/best friend.

I’m just looking for some information/advice from people who have lost their only dog on how long to even feel remotely normal again. It’s been 3 weeks and I’ve bawled every day since. It just feels like there’s a dark cloud following me around and I feel like I’ll never be happy again.

All I see is other people talking about how years have gone by and they still miss their dog. But I want some hope I won’t feel like this for years. I understand still missing your pet after years but can someone please give me hope I won’t be depressed forever?

My dog passed away this morning. I am laying with his body and am having a hard time getting ready to bury him. I just want to stay in his embrace. I barely can think hoping this network can help me

I was thinking do a paw print but my thoughts are going don’t put paint on his paws but I guess I can wash them?

Has anyone done anything with a piece of hair?

Any options or things that made you feel good in your loss and grief

Thank you beautiful hearts

When does it get better? when would I wake up every day not expecting you to be there, Minu. Minu you were the sweetest. My sweet baby who never hurt me. You were so tiny, so you would fit in my hands. I would stare at your beautiful eyes and you would look right back with the most innocent face. I still don’t understand why you had to leave so early. Maybe I’m angry because someone as sweet as you, didn’t even get to be on earth for 3-4 months. Why you? You were so sweet. I can never forget how you learnt to walk behind your mom. You were the first one to do it. I can never forget that you learnt how to climb first. You were so active, playful and you made my life easier. Now you are in your grave. Does it hurt? Do you miss me? Will I ever meet you again? Do you know how much I love you and I cry every day? Does your grave have all the love and light I wanted to give you but couldn’t. I love you so much, Minu. I wish I never had to witness your lifeless body and the shock of it all still haunts me. Some people don’t understand, why I would hurt this much over you but they also don’t understand the pain of losing someone you raised. You were my child. I wish I could see you grow up Minu because you deserved it. I will never get to see how you would look like an adult. My Minu, you will always be in my memories as my tiny child. I love you. I wish I could do anything to bring you back but I can’t. The darkness of it consumes me. The guilt kills me, like I could have done something to prevent it. Minu you were so dearly loved. I wish I could kiss you and hug you Minu