What a beautiful and touching post.

I lost my old girl at 15 years old (I raised her from 5 weeks) towards the beginning of the pandemic. The waves of grief I felt were intense and unrelenting. I thought I would drown in the deep sadness her absence left in my life.

It took me months to adjust to her being gone. Sometimes I still catch myself shuffling sideways in the dark so I don’t accidentally swipe her little legs because she followed me so closely. I really miss when she’d lean forward and press her forehead against mine. Such a reassuring little soul. Posts like these always remind me of this quote:

“Dogs’ lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.”