We shared more than twelve years together, Loki. You helped me through my darkest hours, gave me hope when the world shut me out, and love when no one else did. You were strong when I was weak.
But one day I saw how grey your muzzle was and the vet told me how sick you were. I knew it was my turn to be strong for you. I had to let you go. It was so hard, my old friend, but it was the last loving thing I could do for you, and I think you knew.
Sleep well until we meet again, my dearest Loki.