It was 18 years ago, in October of 1997, when I met you. I was only 6 and you were only 3 months old. I didn't know it at the time, but that was the beginning of the most wonderful relationship I have ever known. There was nothing that could have prepared me for the happiness that you've given me the past 18 years - or the anguish now. I was young and immature, and admittedly, not ready for the responsibility. I should have been better to you all those years, and that remains one of my biggest regrets. But you were always caring and patient with me. Even when I mistreated you, you were always good. You never held a grudge, and you still cuddled up with me and licked my face. I didn't deserve that love from you, but you gave it anyways, unconditionally. You've taught me so much over the years; about life, about love. I will carry those lessons with me for as long as I live. You were, and remain, my closest and dearest friend, and the only one in this world to whom I can tell everything, because I know you'll never judge me or look at me differently. I don't know what I'll do without you, but I promise I'll be okay. Don't worry about me.

18 years is a hell of a feat. I'm proud to say you lived a long and joyous life. Rest in peace now Pumpkin, my dear friend. My brother.

July 9, 1997 - December 29, 2015