One of the closest friends I’ll ever have was taken from me. Her name was Eva and I loved her with all that I had. I lost a piece of myself that day and it’s not something that can ever be replaced.

Eva’s loss was a blow made worse because it was so abrupt, I had no time to prepare for the awful fact that she would be out of my life forever.

Eva was by my side constantly and I feel incredibly lost without her. I walk around the now eerily silent house numb at times, and others sobbing with the horrible pain of missing a part of myself. I have cried my heart out so hard and so long that I can’t imagine I’d have any tears left, but each day I have a new supply prepared to flow endlessly for her because she was the heart and soul of our home.

I don’t think I can even begin to adequately explain what it feels like to have a little someone who will never leave your side, has nothing other than pure adoration to shower upon you day after day, and will wait for hours on end desperate for your return.

I miss the mundane - the daily contributions Eva gave without hesitation. I’m sad beyond words to know I’ll never smell Eva again, never hear her snore at night, never rub those amazingly soft ears, kiss her, hear her make her piggy noises and never see her run the backyard like a thoroughbred.

My eyes well up just thinking about all the joy Eva gave everyday of her life – Eva’s spirit was irrepressible and undeniable.

Eva LaRue May will remain in all of our hearts forever.

-Dondi

"Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

Author Kahlil Gibran