If I could go back to a moment in time, I'd choose the last night Cotton was here. I'd make it count more.

I held him, not realizing it would be the last night day with him. I think in the back of my head I knew. A nagging feeling pulling me down, as I snuggled around the weakening dog barely moving on my bed.

I knew.

But I didn't want to believe it. So I did the best to say goodbye without really saying goodbye. Without acknowledging it was a goodbye.