08/08/2026
Today Myers came home.
One week after leaving, she is back.
Getting her ashes back has made it real. She isn’t at the vet. She isn’t outside. She isn’t snuggled under the blanket.
That flash of white I see out of the corner of my eye isn’t her.
There was something special about Myers. She was so sweet, so beautiful, so loving. I’m not sure there was anyone who met her who wasn’t completely taken by her.
I will miss her carefree moments that only I got to see.
I will miss her bristly kisses.
I will miss her velvety soft ears.
I will miss her love of piwakawaka.
I will miss her stopping to smell the flowers. Literally.
I will miss all her extra skin.
I will miss how proud she would get when she had done something massive — massive for her.
I will miss every single bit of her.
Before she got sick, I thought she would grow old. I expected her to be the most amazing old dog. I expected her to be around for at least another five years.
She was so healthy. So happy.
I wasn’t ready for her life to end.
So today, I am sitting in my pyjamas with Myers, watching TV.
Krueger and Loomis have decided that because I am sad, they need to sit with me too.
And I will sit with my grief.
I’m not wallowing.
I’m giving myself the time I need to come to terms with the loss of my beautiful girl. To come to terms with this life-changing event. To learn what life looks like without her in it.
I will sit with my grief until I learn to carry it with me.
Because I don’t think grief is something we get over.
It is something we learn to carry.
And today, I’m carrying Myers with me. 💜