27/08/2025
What is it to love so deeply? I don’t know how to answer that—except to say that I have. That I did. And I am the better for it.
As I stumbled through the early days of his disappearance, I noticed how grief rearranged my inner architecture. I was capable of stoicism and collapse, sometimes within the same breath. I compartmentalized what I could and surrendered to what I couldn’t. One moment I’d be calm and collected, the next—gutted and gasping. I expect I’ll continue oscillating like that for a while.
But when the sadness swelled, I tried not to think about the years we lost. I tried to remember the ones I had with ol’ Thunder. Because the truth is, we shared nearly sixteen years together. And during those years, we did everything. Rode motorcycles across continents. Slept under stars on foreign soil. Swam in rivers no map had names for. He’d been with me through heartbreak, through euphoria, through madness, through healing. He wasn’t just my dog. He was my shadow. My anchor. My witness. He was a piece of my soul and I recognized that truth from the moment we met.
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