Oh my gosh, where do I even start with Fluffy—sorry, Floof! He was like, literally the cutest thing ever. Like, everyone in BGC knew him. People would stop me on the street just to pet him because, well, obviously, he was the cutest dog in the world. His fluffy fur was always so soft and perfect, thanks to his weekly grooming at my cousin’s pet salon. For floof, I would never let him settle for anything less.

Floof wasn’t just a dog, okay? He was, like, my best friend, my baby. Whenever I was at a party or brunching with my girls, I would always think of him at home, probably lounging on his dog bed. He loved peanut butter, like, sooo much. We’d have our little peanut butter dates at home— adorbs. He also had this thing for luxury walks. I mean, of course I took him to all the best parks and trails.

Anyway, Floof had this sixth sense, I swear. Whenever I had a bad day (not that I have many, obviously), he would just snuggle up next to me like he knew what was up. He was my therapy, seriously. Like, who needs a therapist when you have Floof, right?

It’s still, like, so hard to believe he’s gone. The house feels sooo empty without him. Like, my mornings just aren’t the same. But I know he’s up there, chasing butterflies and lounging in the fluffiest clouds, probably being the VIP of dog heaven. Miss you, Floofie.

But honestly, guys, I just have to say… Floof wasn’t just about all the cute stuff or the glam life. He was with me on the tough days too, when I was feeling low or anxious. Like, not everything in life is perfect, even if it seems like it on the outside. When my parents had to cut back on some things and we weren’t living as comfortably, Floof didn’t care. He was there, making me laugh, reminding me that the simple moments—just being together—were the most important. No matter what, he was always there, giving me love. And I’ll forever be grateful for that.

Wait for me in heaven Floof. I love you.