Briar left us last September, just a few days before her birthday. We caught her late-stage lymphoma just in time to spoil her and make arrangements for her peaceful, dignified death. I know there is no way to grieve wrong, but i also can’t help but feel like i am doing it right. I’m used to my emotions not quite reflecting those in the people around me. Losing a fierce guardian, a dog who multiple times made it clear that trying to take my phone or wallet would be a really stupid thing to do, seems like it should make me sad.
But i can’t be sad, because she won. And against incredible odds.