Two years…
yet it still feels like yesterday
that your paws were the heartbeat of our home,
your breath a warm whisper against our skin,
your eyes full of a love
we didn’t know we would spend
a lifetime learning to live without.

People say time heals,
but they never met you, Zypher.
They never felt the way
your presence wrapped around us
like safety, like purpose,
like home.
They never heard the joyful thunder
of you racing down the hall,
or saw the way happiness lived
in the wag of your tail
and the tilt of your noble head.

The silence you left behind
is not peaceful.
It is sharp.
A cold that sinks deeper
because it once knew warmth.
Some nights, the house still groans
in the way it used to
when you’d shift in your sleep,
and for a moment,
just a breath,
we think you’re still here.

And then the stillness hits.
Hard.
Cruel.
Final.

Two years, Zypher,
and we still reach for you
instinctively,
a hand falling to an empty space,
a glance to a doorway
where you no longer stand,
a whisper of your name
that breaks on the air
because it carries too much longing.

But grief…
grief is just love
with nowhere to go.
And we have so much love for you still.

You were not “just a dog.”
You were our protector,
our laughter,
our comfort,
our shadow,
our heart walking outside our body.
You were the soul who taught us
what devotion truly means.

Two years without you,
and the world is still dimmer,
quieter,
missing the colour
you brought to it effortlessly.
But if love could build a bridge,
we’d cross it every day
to kiss your face,
to bury our tears
in your fur once more,
to tell you we never stopped loving and missing you,
not for a second.

Run free, sweet Zypher.
Wait for us where the pain can’t reach,
where the grass is soft
and the light is warm.
Until the day our arms find you again,
we will carry you
in every beat of our hearts,
every breath,
every memory.

Because some souls
are too extraordinary
to ever be gone.

You taught us what love looks like
when it has four legs
and a soul that shines brighter
than most humans ever manage.
You taught us that goodbye
isn’t an ending,
just the shape grief takes
when love refuses to leave.

Two years without you, Zypher,
and still, you’re everywhere:
in the quiet mornings,
in the empty space on the couch,
in the memories that crack and heal
the heart all at once.

You are in every soft breeze,
every loyal gaze from Athena and Obi,
every reminder that some bonds
are too sacred
for time to loosen.

We miss you,
with tears,
with love,
with gratitude
for every precious moment
you spent being ours. 💔

💔❤️💔