Remembering stories of joy and companionship while holding the grief and loss of our sweet dog. It was November 2007 and my pregnant belly made the perfect shelf as I sat in a plastic chair in the adoption area. I held a miniature dapple dachshund puppy as it snuggled and wriggled against my chest and…
I discovered long ago that grief is not linear. At times it slowly creeps in unnoticed until it can’t be ignored, other times it takes me by surprise. Embracing January & processing unexpected loss… This winter my grief process has reminded me of cold air changing a room. It’s like when the heater hasn’t been…