05/13/2025
When Mickey died last January, I told Alfie that I needed two years. At least two more years of his adorable face, naptime snuggles, Chihuahua ears on alert, the sweetest brown eyes gazing at me. At least two years before I had my heart broken all over again. 💔
We had to say goodbye to Alfie on May 2. He gave me a year and a quarter; he held on as long as he could, and for that, I’m so thankful to my sweet boy, this little bear, the six-pound love of my life (yeah, my husband knows). It’s remarkable how such a small creature held so much love, both in the affection and joy he gave and as the recipient of my constant doting and spoiling.
I love Alfie so much that I’d actually ask Jeremy if it was too much for a dog. Am I *too* obsessed with him? Maybe. But this little nugget made me so, so happy for the 12 years I got to be his mama. So that’s what I’m trying to focus on now, and reminding myself, as I did with Mickey a little over a year ago, that the beautiful thing about grief is that it’s “just love with no place to go.” (Jamie Anderson)
I miss you so much, Alfie Bear, my sweet angel. 🤍
Thank you, , for the family photos when we were a foursome — forever grateful you captured these for us, and to for inspiring us to commemorate our pups while they were still here with us.