Today, I am veering a little off topic than I normally do with my 52 for Fifty-two posts.
Simply because I’m sad…
I’m grieving. I lost a piece of my heart. My pain is real, physically and emotionally.
Yesterday our dog, our fur baby, passed away. She’s no longer here with us physically.
Our little family for over 12 years is quite literally me, my wife Whitney and our dog Sata Mae.
Every single professional accolade, promotion, job change, etc. our dog was there celebrating with us.
Every single tough time professionally like long nights working on a project with a deadline, long weeks, being turned down for internal promotions, frustrations with coworkers or bosses, etc. she was there supporting us.
Outside of our professional lives, Sata was our child in every way, shape, and form - she came with us to everything that she was allowed.
We camped. We hiked. We biked. We ran. We went to dinner. We boated. We kayaked. We cannoed. We went on vacations. We got ice cream. We went to bars with patios. We even volunteered in the community together. She came to every family function with us - she probably has more miles riding in the car than many people do in their entire lifetime.
And last night was the first night we went to bed without her snuggling between us.
This morning was the first morning getting ready without a tail wag.
Through my grief, my encouragement to others is to remember and to do a couple of things.
Cherish your time with family.
Be intentional about how you as an individual help to build and support a work environment that allows people to grieve or work through trauma.
Be kind.
Week 33 of 52
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