#Grief #GriefJourney #PetLoss
Today is seven years since my soul dog died in my arms. Adopted in 2003 at a year and a half of age from a Humane Society shelter, where he had been so long he thought his name was what the shelter workers called him: Chandler. I never changed it. Went blind in 2008. Chow Aussie X. Lived to be over 14. I called him The Maestro. Visited as a therapy dog until a few months before his death.