“What do I do with all of this free time?” Quite frankly, this question launched me into an existential crisis. I was so used to trying to trudge my way through a never-ending homework and extracurricular pile during my first three semesters of college that I never stopped developing any new hobbies since “leaving the nest.” So, I made it my mission to find one this semester.

If you walk into my house, you’ll see dachshund decorations, wiener dog-shaped cookie cutters and blankets with Fudge’s face on it. Oh, did I mention he was a dachshund? A fat dachshund whom I love — loved. Our family group chat on iMessage is still called “Fudgie Fans.” Still is. Even though he's gone.