Benjamin
Lately, I keep feeling this ache, this sense that I want to go home. At first, I didn’t understand it. I was home. And then it hit me: Ben was my home. He was the place where I felt safe, loved, and completely myself. With him, every guard could fall away. With him, I could simply be.
I never believed in soulmates until Ben. The unconditional love we shared was unlike anything I’ve ever known. He was my healer, my comfort, my steady presence through every season of my life.
When I learned he had aggressive bone cancer and only weeks left, it shattered me. Accepting that his time was coming so much sooner than I ever imagined felt impossible. I wanted to do right by him, to honor his life with the same gentleness and devotion he had always shown me.
When I began searching for an in‑home euthanasia service, I needed compassion. I needed someone who understood the uncertainty, the back‑and‑forth, the desperate hope, and the heartbreaking clarity that comes in waves. Final Journey was all of that and more. They were wonderfully patient and understanding as I scheduled and cancelled, trying to hold on while also trying to listen to what Ben needed.
On the day I knew he was in too much pain, they made space for us. They came without judgment, only kindness. They gave us all the time we needed to say goodbye, real, unhurried time. I will forever be grateful for that. Their compassion helped me give Ben the peaceful passing he deserved.
Ben was my home, my heart, my soul dog. Letting him go was the hardest act of love I’ve ever had to give. His absence is enormous, but so is the love he left behind.
Suzanne Cipriano