I went on a three day backpacking trip and when I came home my mom informed me that my boy Harry passed away while I was gone. I came home to find my (and his) room clean and empty of all of his stuff, which was very shocking to me, as it was like he just disappeared from my life. I’m 17 now, and I’ve had him since I was 9. It’s the first real loss in my life and it has been very difficult to accept and come to terms with the fact that he is dead and I will never see him again. It’s especially difficult to wake up in the morning and look around my room knowing he is no longer there to beg for treats first thing in the morning as he used to do. He was a little spark of joy in our lives and I loved him with all of my heart. The first photo is the last picture taken of him. Rest in peace my boy ❤️
by Willow_Of_the_Wisp