06/07/2026
THE DAY I HOPE FOR MOST
I don't know what Heaven looks like.
Maybe nobody does.
But if I could design it myself, it would be simple.
A beautiful field.
A warm sunset.
And every dog I've ever loved running toward me.
Healthy.
Happy.
Young again.
No pain.
No fear.
No goodbyes.
Just wagging tails and joyful hearts.
Until then, I'll keep carrying their memories.
I'll keep smiling at old photos.
I'll keep telling their stories.
And I'll keep loving them.
Because some bonds are too strong for time, distance, or even death to break.
What dog will you never stop missing?