The Right Words

Sometimes you read the right words, and you think to yourself, I should keep this somewhere because they are perfect words that capture common human emotions. Fair warning: it’s an essay about the death of a dog.

“Grief is a hole, but love is a ladder. Every day, we remember our best boy. Every day, we reach for another rung.”

I have never had a dog, but I think so many of her words are applicable to all forms of grief.

“It’s a profound experience and a terrible privilege. I hated every moment, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

I am gutted for them, but it is one of the best pieces of writing I’ve read in a long time.

“But forgetting is another kind of death, a second tragedy.”

Placing this here in case it brings you comfort, too.