DailyPrompt:What was the hardest thing to let go of, and do you actually miss it?
All my pets.
I grew up with two German shepherds. As an adult, I had two keeshonds and a bloodhound. Over the years, there were also seven cats. Every time one of them died, it felt like a small piece of me left with them.
Saying goodbye to any of them was like losing a family member, but the last two were especially hard. The bloodhound and the keeshond came with us when we moved from New Hampshire to Florida. The bloodhound was old, and I knew it was time. I made the appointment, and the night before, I slept on the floor beside him. When I woke up, I pet his head, and he took his last breath in my arms. Then he was gone.
The keeshond came next. My wife and I brought her to the vet for the same reason—it was time. She was put down while we held her, surrounded by the people who loved her most.
I like to believe their passing was gentle, that they felt safe and cared for until the very end. And maybe, someday, I’ll see them again.
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All my pets.
I grew up with two German shepherds. As an adult, I had two keeshonds and a bloodhound. Over the years, there were also seven cats. Every time one of them died, it felt like a small piece of me left with them.
Saying goodbye to any of them was like losing a family member, but the last two were especially hard. The bloodhound and the keeshond came with us when we moved from New Hampshire to Florida. The bloodhound was old, and I knew it was time. I made the appointment, and the night before, I slept on the floor beside him. When I woke up, I pet his head, and he took his last breath in my arms. Then he was gone.
The keeshond came next. My wife and I brought her to the vet for the same reason—it was time. She was put down while we held her, surrounded by the people who loved her most.
I like to believe their passing was gentle, that they felt safe and cared for until the very end. And maybe, someday, I’ll see them again.
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
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