My mom called me crazy bc I'm mourning my dog's death 8 months later...

This dog was like my child. We had gone through everything together. Not to mention that before he passed away I was going through the worst period of my life. I was facing severe health problems, going through a toxic relationship where I was being cheated on, mentally abused and going through financial difficulties where even though I was working I had almost no money to my name. My dog was the only being that kept me going and holding on. His love made me feel like I had a purpose in life and I selflessly gave my all to taking care of him. He loved me and I loved him and besides God, we only had each other in this cold cruel world. Even though I have the peace of mind knowing he's in a better place where he is happy and will never go without, I am still in deep pain bc I know he is without me and I am without him. I pray every single night that God takes care of him and his brother (my cat Kit) and never lets them feel empty and unloved. Bc I am a gay man, I don't think I am ever gonna have kids and I am ok with that. This is as close to babies I will ever get and I still felt and feel blessed, but also bc of that reason my mother needs to have empathy and understand why it Scotty's and Kit's losses that still hurt me to the core of my soul to this day. Well this is end of my open rant. Thank you for those of you who actually took the time to read this. God bless and wish you all the best.

Sincerely

~Alain~