After 2 weeks of loosing my best friend and first baby dog I had, this hit me strong enough to break me down, and build me back again. When you loose someone you love, a part of you die with them. And there is nothing that can ever make you feel whole again.
But their love for us is so powerful, that even after death, we recieve from them the strengh to carry on.
May the sweet memories we lived with our loved ones, guide us to a happy life.
"Your absence has gone through me like a needle... Everything I do is stitched with its color"