Here’s the secret nobody tells you: you’ll eventually catch yourself laughing about their dumb habits. Like that time they ate your homework, or how they barked at a plastic bag for an hour. That laughter feels like a betrayal at first. It’s not.
Those giggles are your heart stretching back to a normal size. Dogs are masters of joy, and they’d probably think you’re weird for crying for so long anyway. They’d rather you remember the zoomies than the last sad vet visit.
So, what do you do when your dog dies? You feel everything—the wet, gross, ugly-cry stuff—and then you slowly start noticing how the sun still rises. You’ll find their hair in your laundry for years, and you’ll probably keep it. Because that hair is proof that something wild and wonderful was here.
And that, my friend, is pretty cool.
