We said goodbye to Guinness a few weeks ago. I tried to process it privately, but I think in not being more open, I let my sadness linger. And I find myself without the desire to do any social media or outward -facing posts. Putting down a dog that trusted you absolutely is just an awful feeling. I know that feeling will eventually turn to loving sadness, without the guilt. But I’m not quite there yet.
This is what I wrote on the gram when I finally posted: I loved this dog deeply. I feel as if my capacity for empathy has grown since caring for him. Through years that I have traveled and moved and spent a lot of time in new apartments, he was a constant companion. And now there is a hole in my day the size of a little curled up munchkin. I don’t know what to do with that except try and embody his joy. I smile more at squirrels and birds, I notice yummy smells, and I try to remember that every time someone I love comes into the room, it’s a cause for celebration. 🐾❤️