A year ago today Sherlock turned into his most sweet, loving self after making the decision to remove his left eye after we finally realised it had a tumour in it making him very grumpy and snappy. The following five months were some of the sweetest, tenderest moments I’ve ever had with another soul. His desire to love and be loved just grew exponentially afterwards. My heart is still broken—I don’t think it ever won’t be—but I’m so grateful for the 8 years of laughter, worry, crying care, love, and second chances we gave each other. Both your daddies miss you every day my beautiful, sweet Earl of Puppingtonshire.