I hope this will give me some kind of closure.

Last Saturday, my beloved Blake stopped eating food on her own. She’d been battling illness for several weeks by that point. That Saturday, I spent my last evening with her curled on my chest, as we had spent hundreds of hours before.

She was last seen Sunday evening, by my mother. After that point, Blake went somewhere, and we haven’t seen her since. Given how weak she was, I am under no illusions regarding the most likely outcome. It’s technically possible that she could come strolling in through the back door at any moment, but I don’t think I can hold on to that hope and still be fair to myself.

Blake has been my best friend for the last four years. It’s possible she’s been the greatest friend I’ve ever had. I shall miss her terribly.

Goodbye Stinky. I love you forever.

