04/11/2025
💔 Goodbye, Tuna
Friday, my heart broke in a way I can’t quite put into words. My little Pug, Tuna, passed away unexpectedly.
When you live a life like mine - single, no kids, surrounded by dogs who share your home, your work, and your purpose - the loss of one isn’t “just” losing a pet. It’s losing your housemate, your shadow, your co-worker, and one of the souls who make your days feel full.
For me, my dogs aren’t background noise in the home, they’re part of everything I do. They’re beside me when I work with clients, they inspire the training I teach, they make me laugh when the days are long. They’re the reason I do what I do.
Losing Tuna leaves an empty space in all of that. In the home, in my heart, and in my work. The silence hits differently when the one who used to snore beside your bed or greet you at the door isn’t there anymore.
If you’ve ever lost a dog who was woven into every part of your life, you’ll understand the kind of ache I mean. It’s quiet, constant, and hard to explain to those who haven’t lived it.
Grief looks different when your dogs are your family, your routine, your livelihood, your joy. And while I know time will soften the edges, right now I’m just trying to let myself feel it, and be grateful for every moment I had with her.
If you knew her or had the privilege of working your dog with her, you blessed.
Run free, Tuna. You were small in size, but left a massive hole behind.