I would give anything to snuggle Cotton one more time. God, I miss that dog. So fucking much. I never knew losing a pet would be so fucking difficult. Sometimes I wonder why we get close to them. It's just so fucking hard when they pass away.

Science is so advanced. Why isn't there a way to preserve the lives of those you love? To avoid death completely?

'Cause even over two months later, I still can't breathe when I see a picture of Cotton, or the damn orange ball he loved so much, or his old collar, or the tiny blue sweater he had as a baby. I just can't fucking take this pain anymore.