On this day two years ago,

I lost my beloved furbaby Tiggy. It was one of the hardest losses I've ever had to deal with. Some people will say it sounds weird to refer to your dog as your daughter, but she was my daughter.

Granted, she wasn't young anymore, but it still hurt. I think about her every day. With dealing with the grief, it's become mostly fond memories instead of sad ones.

Here's to you, Tiggy. The best dog, best friend and best furdaughter. Gone, but not forgotten.