It’s been one month exactly since we sat in that sterile room at the hospital talking to the doctor about his diagnosis. Despite every effort made, Bosco’s liver was still failing at an alarming rate and there wasn’t much time to say goodbye. As I held him in my arms my beautiful boy took his last breath and I was overcome with grief like I have never felt before. Up until this point, the tears hadn’t really started because the idea of no longer having that furry beast in my life didn’t seem plausible. I buried my face in his thick, coarse hair and sobbed like the helpless child I had be reduced to. The tears haven’t stopped since.

Still, a month later, I feel lost in the world without him. However, as his body was failing him I made him promises to keep his spirit alive and I fully intend to keep those promises…

So now, into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul…