I’ve died twice. I died the day my brother took his own life. And I died two days ago when I let Coco go. What weighs on my chest tonight is that I have to rebuild everything. I am starting over, now. Once again, I must climb the mountain back to joy and inspiration...

It’s the change in tense that’s the hardest. From is to was. From love to loved. And it’s because for me, the tense hasn’t changed. It will never should, and should never change. Coco is my love. I love her. A really hard day, you guys. One of the hardest of my life....

I said goodbye to Coco today. I wasn’t ready. I’ve spent quite a bit of time recently thinking about how she’s getting older, and how I really needed to pay attention to these days, these good times, and cherish them. And I did. I truly did soak it all up and enjoy...