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We want Hynson to come home. We keep looking for him in the quiet moments—the sound that’s not there, the space beside us that feels too still. He was joy wrapped in fur, gentle and goofy, wise and wild. He had this way of making strangers feel like old friends and making home feel complete. His absence is deafening. The house feels quieter, the world a little dimmer. And still, somehow, the love he gave us keeps pouring out. We feel it in the ache, in the memories that flood in waves. He changed us. He made us better. We will carry him always. Hynson, thank you for every tail wag, every look that said “I’m here,” every moment you gave us. You were—and are—so deeply loved. Until then, run free, sweet boy. We're waiting for you.

We want Hynson to come home. We keep looking for him in the quiet moments—the sound that’s not there, the space beside us that feels too still. He was joy wrapped in fur, gentle and goofy, wise and wild. He had this way of making strangers feel like old friends and making home feel complete. His absence is deafening. The house feels quieter, the world a little dimmer. And still, somehow, the love he gave us keeps pouring out. We feel it in the ache, in the memories that flood in waves. He changed us. He made us better. We will carry him always. Hynson, thank you for every tail wag, every look that said “I’m here,” every moment you gave us. You were—and are—so deeply loved. Until then, run free, sweet boy. We're waiting for you.