Grief leaves you with puffy red eyes that you cannot hide.
Grief makes you hear and see things that aren’t there.
Grief weighs you down like a lead-lined blanket.
Grief makes you endlessly tired but unable to sleep.
Grief takes away your ability to answer questions, to think straight.
Grief pokes at you day in and day out; and just when you think it might have finally given you room to breathe it looms large again.
Grief makes your emotions change randomly and frequently.
Grief dehydrates you.
Grief is lonely.
Grief is work.
But I’m thankful to those who gave me so many kind words on Facebook. To the one who called to ask if I needed help with final arrangements. To the ones who dropped everything to be there for me in that moment and gave me a safe place to fall. To the one who sat with me and made sure I ate something and told me I was doing really well through everything. To the one who kept reaching out when I pulled away, until we worked through this. To the one whose words shortened the distance between us and provided great comfort. To the one who called long-distance to be here with me. To the one who let me cry on her shoulder and told me sometimes dogs are just better than people. To everyone who understands that you really can grieve over a dog as deeply as you can a person…I just wanted to say thank you.