Grace in Loss

There is a lot to be said about losing your childhood pets. It feels a little like the end, which in a way, it is. The true signifier of the end of a time of youth, innocence and new steps.

No matter the age, it is a wound that feels full of loss, pitiful, black and dark.

I think a lot of it is that we aren’t ready to say goodbye to our reminders of our growth. To the happy times and the very souls that got us through unthinkable (at the time) hard moments.

Each loss is a final page in the chapter that was that book. Each turn a step closer to looking up and saying, “Well now where am I? “

There are a lot of times where a loss seems to be someone else’s fault. Grace comes in realization that they are struggling with this themselves.

Locking themselves in their mind over where they went wrong and how much one action has hurt.

We are on this Earth to constantly grow and learn. And this period for me, has been grace. Perhaps, a reminder that we never stop learning from our pets.