Read previewMy morning routine was simple: wake up, get dressed, let my dog out, and pour our breakfasts.
And although I wanted to cling to hope, my dog was dying, and I knew I couldn't let him suffer.
Since losing him, I realized pet loss feels like losing a family member; that's true, but it begins before then.
AdvertisementFor me, grieving Taco didn't start when he died or when the vet said he was terminal.
It started when I realized the miracle I was begging for, "please save my dog," was never coming.
Persons:
—, Taco, couldn't, Lyme nephritis, he'd, I'd, Taco didn't
Organizations:
Service, Business