Today, I said goodbye to my sweet Chihuahua, G.G.—short for "Good Game." He was with me for 14 unforgettable years, through every chapter of my life: high school, the loss of loved ones, and all the way to my college graduation. He wasn’t just a pet—he was my constant, my comfort, and, without ever being asked, my emotional support animal.

G.G. was the first “ankle biter” I ever had, and without a doubt the sweetest one I could've ever known. He had a cuddly, loving soul—though yes, he always had to “check your blood type” before giving out his affection. That was just his way.

It feels like half of my chest is an open, aching wound. But I know he's crossed the Rainbow Bridge, probably blood checking angels now.

Goodbye, G.G. Thank you for every moment.

You were—and always will be—my everything.