Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change…
I’ll never forget the call on August 5th 2015. “This never happens,” she said. Meaning it never happens that the puppy raiser usually gets the opportunity to adopt the puppy they’ve raised once they’ve been accepted into the program. For those who don’t know, Fisher was the puppy I volunteered to raise in college for Guiding Eyes for the Blind. Dropping him back off at the center in 2012, up until that point was the hardest thing I’d ever had to go through.
I’ll never forget on August 19, 2015 when I was anxiously and excited on my way to pick up my boy again after being apart for 2.5 years. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage having 3 large dogs in my 1BR apartment at the time, but I knew I had to go bring my boy home – and that’s exactly what I did.
The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always, every time, it takes your breath away.
Almost 10 years to the date, we had to say goodbye to the best boy. He truly was the best and everyone who met him would tell me so too. I was hoping we’d get another winter together, so I could watch him make snow angels but am grateful for this last summer we had together, watching him swim like he loved too. It’s only been a week, but he’s already left a massive hole. I’m grateful for the 14.5 years that he was here. No amount of time would’ve been enough honestly.
There will never be another Fisher, and I’ll miss him forever. ❤️
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