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.

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