The absence.

Our old Lab, Sophie, reached the end of her long walk this week. It’s been pretty hard concentrating on work ever since.

I’m kind of hoping this eulogy I wrote for her over at my other ‘stack might help.

Sorrow is a lake, fathomless and wide, but grief is always a cascade. It roars. It sweeps all before it. Grief ever threatens to carry us under.

This week I grieved. Next week if I am lucky the torrent will have slowed and spread and covered all the contours of what lies beneath with mere sorrow.

My old and most faithful friend is gone.