
You don't get over them. You just get used to walking past their bowl. Some still sleep in the crook of your arm. Some left ten years ago and you still see them in the hallway sometimes. We made this for the people who can't pick a favorite. Who refuse to forget any of them. A bracelet that holds up to 8 paws. Eight names. Eight tails that wagged at your front door. The dog you grew up with. The cat who chose you in college. The senior rescue snoring at your feet right now. All of them. On your wrist. Always.