If you had asked me back in January what would be the hardest goodbye/the hardest thing to leave in DC... I don't think my answer would match what I am typing now. I never expected to gain such a fond friendship with a four-legged friend, a companion who kept me company in the night and never left my bedside, when I cried over university or other worries she was always there beside me and always welcomed me home with a "meow". 

There are a few things no one fully knew apart from those closest to me about how the death of my dog, my best friend Harry affected me. I closed myself off to the idea of affection from animals, I didn't want to show another animal love... (not care I always cared for animals I want to add that in - food, water etc - I mean in a could I love another animal without betraying Harry sense).  When I first walked into