RIP Ashy

Losing a dog after so many years is like losing a part of your own heart.

The house feels quieter, the air heavier, and the absence is almost too large to put into words.

It’s natural in a moment like this to ask, Why would God give us such beautiful companions, only to let them leave so soon?

Perhaps it’s because dogs are gifts meant to teach us something precious in a short span of time lessons about unconditional love, loyalty without judgment

joy in the simplest things, and comfort in our loneliest hours. They live their lives fully in each moment, never holding back their love, and in turn, they draw out the purest parts of ourselves.

Their time is short because their purpose is pure. If they stayed forever, we might take them for granted.

Instead, God lets them be these small, shining lights that warm our lives, even knowing the light will fade.

When they leave, their absence hurts deeply but that very ache is proof that the love was

was real and worth having.

In grief, it’s okay to cry, to feel the emptiness, to wish for one more wag of the tail or press of a warm head against your hand. But in time, that same grief will turn into gratitude that you were chosen to be their person, their safe place, their whole world.

And maybe, just maybe, God made their lives short so they could wait for us in the place where time no longer matters, tails wagging, eyes full of the same love, ready to greet us when we come home.