Cw: pet death I can't remember the date Colby passed. The months leading up to that day are a blur. I couldn't breathe. I still hear her in sounds this old house makes. Every sunbeam is colder without her there to soak it up. I miss my orange shadow.

I'm sorry, my pirates. I was hit with a sudden blinding sadness. Thank you for helping me make her last few weeks as comfy as possible.

Don’t be sorry. It’s one of the hardest things to deal with. We’re safe to be sad with.