All That Remains

Ulysses,
Got a call from the vet today. Your remains are ready for me to pick up. It breaks my heart. Even though I know you are gone, I hate to be reminded. It hurts my heart in a way that I cannot explain to you. I wish I could, though. I wish you could know how much I continue to miss you everyday.
Dad and I are ok...well, if I can say that much... we are...well, we are coping. As best we can. Which isn't every well. The house is empty... and quiet. Nothing is the same without you, puppy. Nothing feels right.
While I am writing this, I want to let  you know that I am so sorry for ever doubting that you can be in heaven. I always knew that if dogs got to go there, you would be more than qualified...I was just unsure if heaven was something that humans were able to go to...but animals went to a different place.
Now that I understand (thanks to reading waaaay too many things on the internet)...the only thing I have left to pray for is that our heavens are the same place...and that I will get your sloppy kisses all over my face again someday.
I hope you are doing ok. And I hope you are feeling better now.
I love you, boy.
Love, Mom