Good grief
Aug 21, 2022
2 minutes
As I type this, Jack, the old brown farm collie, is lying on his bed next to me.
Jack is dead. He died this morning. He did not recover from a stroke, and the compassionate vet eased him gently into that good night.
I am so sad. And I expect to be sad, and, damn it, I’m going to be sad until I’m not. Like any bereavement,
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