I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
I had to say goodbye to my little buddy today. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to post about this, especially so soon. But after getting home from the vet, I found myself tearfully looking at all the photos and videos of my Frasier and realized how grateful I am for the memories. So I’m doing what I do and sharing, putting words to the emotions. I adopted Frasier at a pivotal moment in my life. I had just finished chemo and was living on my own for the first time. I was starting over in a way, and he became a big part of that. If chemo taught me anything it’s that it’s important to show love and show it emotionally. Frasier became the outlet for that love, and I smothered him in it 24/7. By doing that, he expanded my heart, and opened me up to receiving love in return. Eventually Michael joined the family and, thankfully, Frasier cast his charm spell on him and the two fell hard for each other. They became my boys. Often I’d wake up and see the two of them asleep together. I’d just stand there and be grateful. This is love and, most importantly, I could see I was worthy of it. It’s day one, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling. It’s going to be strange to not sleep with him curled up at my feet every morning (stealing the blankets). Or watch him run for a treat the second he hears me grab my keys. Or marvel at him as he basks in the sun, belly up. Or watch him walk up and sit at my feet as I’m at my desk working, which obviously made me stop working and join him on the couch for some cuddles. (Clearly he knew what he was doing there.) I’m going to miss him. I know it’ll get easier, but today I’m just sad. Sad and grateful. Grateful for the years of unconditional love. (Or, let’s be real, his love for me was conditional on treats, snuggles, and lots of belly rubs. But I guess I’m OK with that.) I’ll get back to LOLs soon. In the meantime, enjoy these moments with Frasier. He deserves all the attention today. (And he really loved attention.)
