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.
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.
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