It's very hard. I cry for days and drink a lot. It is a huge piece of life suddenly gone. But, like my last dog, I see all the things we did, so many adventures, and how many people are upset—even strangers at my climbing gym reached out because they knew him but not me; someone even drew an amazing portrait of him for me and it's on the wall. That made me realise how awesome a life he had and how many people loved him. A truly good boy that got a hell of a life.

I know I'll be sad, but it passes and I'll be very happy with what I did for my dog and what they did for me. Then I'll get another dog and they'll get an awesome life too.