Did I fail you? Did I betray the love you gave me by letting you go? I keep asking myself if you were ready, if you truly needed to leave, or if I was the one who decided for you. My heart aches with the weight of that choice, the unbearable thought that maybe you wanted just one more day, one more moment by my side. I look at your empty bed, your favorite toy untouched, and I wonder if you understand—if you know that I did it because I love you, not because I wanted to say goodbye. I hope, wherever you are beyond the rainbow bridge, you can forgive me. I hope you know I held you until the end because I never wanted you to feel alone. And I hope, more than anything, that when we meet again, you'll still look at me with the same love in your eyes.