⭐ my little star

my dog of (nearly) sixteen years died last thursday, four days short of his sixteenth birthday. he never got to eat his lamb meatloaf or the australian beef burger that i was going to make him. it’s summer, too, so he wasn’t wearing his favourite jammies when he passed. and he’d just taken a bath, so his managerial bowtie was in the wash. the only thing he had on was his diaper. the silence is…