Four Years Later...
On the 24th of August, it will be four years since I lost my soul dog, Tango. I've had many dogs before him and after him, and I have loved every single one of them deeply and equally. But the connection I shared with Tango is something I have never been able to put into words. It wasn't bigger or better than the love I have for my other dogs. It was simply... different. Even after four years, there are moments when grief still catches me completely off guard. It has become easier with time, of course. Grief is no longer a part of my everyday life. I laugh, I work, I live my life. But every now and then, time seems to stop for just a moment, and all I want is one more ordinary day with him. Not a special memory. Not one last goodbye. Just one ordinary day where he's beside me again. I know that a large part of my grief comes from missing his physical presence. Because the truth is, I don't feel like Tango ever left. I feel his presence, his love and his support all the ...