My lovely dog died over thanksgiving weekend. We had thirteen wonderful years with him, and in the end he was sick and old and it was time. I will miss him terribly, but I'm so grateful for all the happy memories.
My wife and I spent some time last night, after the kids were in bed, crying a little, and laughing at some of the funnier memories.
Grief isn't something to be avoided, nor sought out; it's simply part of life and we can accept it.
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