I may not use every skill I’ve picked up, but each one has stretched me, humbled me, or surprised me. Some I’ll pass on, turning my knowledge into service. Others will stay quietly with me, reminding me that I can do hard things—and that I am allowed to be a beginner, again and again.

I lost you a month ago today, and still I grieve like it was just yesterday—when I was rubbing your soft ears and whispering how much I loved you. I held you close until you peacefully slipped away... and for several minutes longer, just to make sure every bit of your soul felt my love as you made your way to heaven.

Seventeen and a half years of loving you, caring for you, being wrapped up in the pure joy you brought me… gone in an instant.

Even as your body slowed, you were still my best boy. My forever puppy. My soul dog.