January 7, 2010. First day I met Genevieve—one and a half, more cat than dog. In my head she’s looking at Jason here like, “Yeah. He’s the one.” Jason and I had been seeing each other five months. From that day on, life with him meant life with her. Seventeen years. There’s a knot in my throat today. Tomorrow will be the hardest day of Jason’s life, and it’s the right call. Many of you know this feeling. I’ve lost two before. This is his first. Gen and I had our own language. I was Daddy #3—Jason #1, Raymond #2. I was the one who believed she liked being a dog: proud leash prances, a little wrestling, rough-and-tumble before the sweaters and blankets came back out. Just letting you know we’re saying goodbye tomorrow. If you’ve got a moment, keep Jason in your thoughts. And my heart goes out to all of you who knows what this feels like.- Levi Kreis's Post