I still cry for you.

It's hard to believe at the end of this month it has only been one year since Jimmy left this world. It feels like longer. I somehow have faith she is in a better place where she has finally learned to love the water and fetch sticks for whom ever is tossing them.

Not a day goes by that I don't still think of her. I only hope she knows I tried really hard to give her the best life I could. 

I hope she felt loved, and important here. She is. 

 This was her favourite toy until she tore its ear off. Then it was suddenly filth to her. 

We hiked a lot together, I miss that about her. This was in the Tombstones. Rainiest weekend of my life! 

 Pre-ascent pep talk/kiss. More for me. I was scared of the bears... 

I took this when she was sick. She slept a lot in her last days. 

Science needs to invent a device so that we can bring back the dead. Maybe we'd all cry a little less. 

I do know that Jim taught me a lot about the world. She taught me patients, and how to love the unloveable-you just do. She taught me it was okay to wear my heart upon my sleeve, and that getting hurt was just another part of life I hadn't yet come to know. 

Jim came to me in my darkest year and departed when the light came back. I somehow think she was an angel sent to me. After being assaulted I couldn't be alone, so I got her on a whim. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but decided I needed some sort of protection from everyone/thing. We struggled trying to make things work between us (yes, like a human relationship, we butted heads.) I cried a lot, she ate nearly everything I loved. But in the end I relied on bitter apple spray, and a shorter leash for our walks. Eventually we had become soul mates. I took her everywhere; I preferred walks with Jim over dates with friends, and boys. We'd get in the car after work on Friday and return Sunday evening like it was an obligation to leave the city lights behind us. Though we only had one short year together, and it was a dark valley we walked through, looking back it might have also been the best year of my life. 

I've been told there is one soul that will make you see the world differently, and for me, that was Miss Jimmy-Choo. For whatever reason God put her in my path I cannot thank Him enough. 

Rest peacefully, my love.