Pet loss is such a hard thing. Such a painful thing. Such a sneaky, awful, vicious thing. And so underestimated and misunderstood. It has been one week and still we are leaning on each other, nursing broken hearts. 
It did not go the way it was supposed to. This morning started pretty much like any other—breakfast, chores, school—but ended in heartbreak so deep the anguish was echoed even by the open weeping of the sky. Our girl is gone. No longing will bring her back, no regret will change that truth. She was cherished and she will be missed.
Thursday, May 2, 2019
