Today, I lost one of the closest things to my heart, Hunter. After 15 years of fun memories and unconditional love, it's truly haunting to process the thought of her not greeting me when I get home at night, or strolling with me and sniffing every grain of grass in sight. I was fortunate enough to lose her to old age, not a sickness of any kind. I've never quite understood the overwhelming gust of sadnesses. My home feels empty. I woke up to a dog who couldn't walk, eat, drink, go to the bathroom, or wag her tail. There is absolutely no winning. If I allow Hunter to continue suffering, I feel guilty. If I end her suffering, I feel guilty. Coming to terms with the inevitable is one of the most difficult times in one's lifetime to surpass. A piece of my heart is missing, yet my unconditional love for you still remains. Hunter, I hope you are in doggy heaven with grass to sniff, lots of friends to play with, and endless T-bone steaks. I hope you reunite with your mom and dad and siblings, and assure them that the last 15 years with me have been memorable and adventurous, and that we took great care of each other. I was once told that Earth was only a temporary place for animals and their owners, a prerequisite to a world unlike any other. A place where injuries are cured, sadness is forbidden, and dreams become reality. One day, you will stick your nose up in the air and smell me coming your way. We will meet at the gates of heaven where you jump into my arms and we rekindle our friendship. We can than go into a place where pets and their owners will spend eternity together, happily and in harmony. I will never "get over it", nor will my heart become mended. Just know that my unconditional love for you is real, and loyalty doesn't describe the last 15 and a half years of friendship, but trusting in one another, knowing that everything will be okay. I love you Hunter, and I'm glad to be sure that I have a beautiful, healthy angel looking over my shoulder. Rest in peace, Hunter. Your forever best friend, Alexis.