03/16/2026
Yesterday Whiskey had his last doggy snore as I held him in my arms. He went peacefully, comfortable, cuddled, and with a full belly of BJs rotisserie chicken. I’ve been preparing for this, but it’s much harder than I imagined.
16 years.
I haven’t been an adult without Whiskey. I haven’t been a wife or a mother without Whiskey. He was my constant shadow, the most forgiving; my best buddy through the biggest moments of my life - law school, marriage (he asked my husband on our first date), the passing of my grandparents, the birth of my two children, many moves, trips, and people in and out of my life.
In moments I felt truly alone, I never was.
I know the pain will dull, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop hearing his feet on the hardwood floor.
Here’s to my first furry love, Whiskey. 💔