Change and loss

 I lost Jock last month.  His heart was giving out.  It hurt like hell to let him go.  My vet bent his rules and let me stay with him while he left.  I still hurts so very much.  He was my little man.  I'm planting strawberries in his memory.  He loved to stick his nose in the pot of strawberries and pick the strawberries.  He loved them.  I still catch myself reaching for his bowl at food time, looking for him under my computer table, looking for him to put him on the couch with me.  And it hurts so bad.  Rest in peace, Jock.