It came so so suddenly without the least bit of warning.
My dog, Tessa, was such an integral part of all I did every day.
She was in the prime of her life, healthy, spunky, so well-behaved and appreciative of everything we did with her.
She went hiking with me before breakfast every morning, no matter the weather.
And for three more long walks every day —
right after lunch (which she shared with me),
right after her dinner for her five-o-clock promenade,
and again just before her bedtime about 10:30 every evening.
My wife, Joy, was her trainer, chef, coddler and lover-in-chief!
Tessa always laid next to Joy with her head on Joy’s lap when we watched TV after dinner.
I’m sure you have all had similar grief. It is just so very tough to go through. We’ll get over it, too. But not just yet.