The Worst, Worst Week
We lost my sweet dog Peggy, who many of you have come to know in various ways — including through her paralysis and eventual amputation — in the early hours of May 6th. You can read more about what happened here and here, but I am also recovering from my first case of COVID and am in that stage of grief where I feel like someone is punching in my stomach and standing me up again and punching me in the stomach every waking hour. I’m in a deep eddy of sadness, and am so grateful for your understanding that I need to take some time from the newsletter as I put the pieces of myself back together again.
With great love for this community,
ahp
We are so sad for all of you (and for us) because your love for Peggy made us love her too.
Thank you for taking the time you need. For not turning yourself into a machine. For letting yourself be human and need breaks and not push to produce during grief. I'm so sorry for your profound loss; the loss of a pet is a unique kind of heartbreak. May you find the comfort and nurturance you need during this time. xx