healing-after-loss
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The Space Between What Was and What Is
Mornings hurt the most. I had always started my day by checking on Austin, telling him good morning, and reaching for him to snuggle before I was even fully awake. He had the most gorgeous eyes and seeing them sparkle… Continue reading
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He’s Not Home Right Now
After leaving the veterinarian’s office, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. At that point, the only thing I could think of that might bring even a little comfort was a big glass of whiskey. I… Continue reading
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I’ll Meet You at the Rainbow Bridge
Austin’s quality of life had declined to the point where he needed round-the-clock care. It had been three months since we moved from our upstairs master bedroom to the living room downstairs so he could be closer to the yard.… Continue reading
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The Hardest Part of Love
Friday morning began in the quiet hours of the night. Sometime before the sun came up, Austin had woken up my wife so she could take him outside to potty. I still don’t know how she does it, but she… Continue reading
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The First Sign of Goodbye
New Year’s Eve started the way it always does in our house. Simple, cozy, and full of little traditions. None of us realized that one small moment that night would end up meaning so much more than we ever expected.… Continue reading





