In April I lost the love of my life, Nashville. For almost 10 years, through the most pivotal time in my life, he was my ride or die.
And if you’re not a dog person — this one isn’t for you (and also, what is wrong with you?).
I adopted Nash when he was 8 weeks old and came from an abusive home. He weighed 3lbs and was absolutely perfect.
We lived in 4 states together, traveled to countless more and never stopped adventuring.
When I cried, he was there. When I celebrated, he was there. He was family.
After a few months of not knowing what was going on, we lost him in such a traumatic way. I have felt guilty, despair, frustration, anger and the deepest sadness I’ve ever felt.
His loss is truly so hard to move on from. I don’t think I ever will.
I’ve had a few friends lately unfortunately experiencing the same loss.
It’s truly devastating. Dogs are the most precious gift there is and the attachment is something fierce.
I don’t have the right words. It’s been 3 months and I still cry randomly.
Grief is a hell of a tough thing to carry. It’s even tougher when it’s because of the loss of something that truly is just there to love you. Dogs have no motivation other than to see us happy and a show us we are their world.
So if you’re holding this weight, I’m sorry. Carry it forever if you need to. Because for me, Nash was my soul dog. And I’ll never be able to get over that.
So grateful that you were mine sweet boy.