grief

I’m sorry I have been gone. I am back. My dog Buddy died on Saturday. I kissed his nose as he drifted off to sleep one last time. I also cracked a back molar and it got a dry socket. Painful, but nothing compared to the grief. I’ve wanted to return here so many times. Instead my arms were full of grief. When I finally put it down, my arms were free to hold this moment again and I knew returning would be healing. Thank you for being here. This is a place to share fun things, but as it’s a place for authenticity sometimes it’s a place to show life and sometimes life is messy and raw and uncomfortable and if I somehow filtered that I wouldn’t be telling the truth so here’s my truth.

27 days ago

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Hello. It's been a while, so I thought I'd check in. I lost my dog on Saturday. He was 16, and it was his time. But it's been a really difficult week....