It's been almost eight months and I still can't believe my Odes is gone. Sometimes I will lie in bed trying to remember him, making sure I can still picture what it was like to wake up to him. I know losing a pet isn't as intense as losing a child you carried for nine months and loved, but it still feels horrible. I grew so close to him, he was there when most my family wasn't.. But I'm trying to hold on to the good moments of his life. He was spoiled to the extreme and loved even more. I'm grateful to have had him in my life no matter how short it was.
Hopefully within the next month or two I will have my first very meaningful tattoo for this guy.