Twelve years of life with you by our sides was wonderful, but I could’ve happily had two million more years with you. We brought you home as a tiny little thing, no bigger than a guinea pig. You sang the whole way home, earning your name “Justin (Bieber) Divadi”. I was 14 when we got you, and you left us when I was 26. We literally grew up together. We learned so much together, and you were there through literally everything of importance that happened in our lives. You were a great brother to me, and sure we fought like siblings but we loved each other a lot too. Every time I cried, you would stand in my doorway and look at me with those crazy bug eyes and inch closer to me until you decided it was time for a cuddle. And I know you did the same for mama. Every time you heard the word “mama” you would jump up and pace excitedly until you saw your favorite person in the world, and I know that mama felt the same about you. Every cuddle, sneaky bite of cheese, yogurt breakie bowl, fireworks display (which we all hate now because it made you so sad), every bark and howl and growl and lick.. they’re all missed so sorely. We miss you so much, a year later and it still feels like you were just here, sitting in my suitcase. Every great escape you attempted which always ended up with you in a pond, every person you jumped up at for scratches and praises, absolutely everything is a cherished memory. We will never forget you, and we will miss you for the rest of our days. Justin, I love you so much, and we all love you so much. Forever, our smelly breathed baby.
