The years we had together were never enough

 The years we had together were never enough.

But maybe love was never meant to be measured in years.

Because even now—long after the last pawprint faded, long after the last collar jingle—
I feel you.
In my heart. In my dreams. In the quiet moments when grief softens into peace.

That’s what true love does.
It bends past clocks.
It stretches beyond seasons.
It outlives time itself.

One day, when my journey slows, I know you’ll be there.
Tail wagging, eyes shining, waiting at forever’s edge.