07/11/2026
There have been a lot of questions about why I've been so quiet and why I've postponed so many work trips lately.
The truth is simple, but it's one of the hardest things I've ever had to say.
I lost my heart dog, Sheba.
People who have never had a soul dog may not understand. She wasn't "just a dog." She was my shadow, my comfort, my adventure partner, and my safe place. She was there through some of the hardest chapters of my life, always ready with a wagging tail, a giant paw, or simply her quiet presence.
Grief has a way of showing up when you least expect it. I thought I could throw myself into work, but every time I loaded crates into the vehicle, packed for a transport, or even grabbed my keys, I broke down crying. Some days I couldn't make it through simple tasks without falling apart.
Because of that, I've had to postpone several work trips. It wasn't a decision I made lightly. I know people were counting on me, and I appreciate every bit of patience and understanding I've been shown.
Healing isn't something you can rush. I'm taking things one day at a time, giving myself permission to grieve someone who meant the world to me.
Thank you to everyone who has checked in, sent kind messages, shared stories of your own heart dogs, or simply given me grace. It has meant more than you know.
Sheba, you'll always be the reason I love dogs the way I do. You changed my life forever, and there will never be another you.
Until we meet again, my beautiful girl. ❤️🐾