A year ago, our 11-year-old yellow Labrador, Brie, died of cancer. I never wrote her a proper obituary. But, she deserves one, because she was a member of our family and a friend to many. Below is an anniversary tribute to one of the great losses of 2017:
The day Brie died, I sat alone on the radiator in our living room at night and ate an entire pint of peanut butter ice cream by myself. My family teases me for my love of peanut butter, and my Italian husband believes that Nutella is a far better substitute.
But, Brie didn’t care. She supported me first, unconditionally, in everything I did. She would have nudged me to eat that entire pint had she been there. And I would have shared it with her.
Because she was my ally -- from the moment my husband gave her to me in Rome as a three-month-old puppy. To her last day in which she fell limp in my arms as she drifted into her final deep sleep in San Francisco. She was our first family pet, and my first attempt at parenting.
Losing her felt like closing a chapter in my life that I wasn’t ready to shut.Read More