
07/11/2025
She’s Home.
I chose to drive to Wheatland alone to bring Sassy home—and while I often share my feelings in writing, my grief over losing this soul is sacred and deeply personal.
There’s something profoundly comforting about having her close again. It’s like a piece of my heart that had been out in the world has finally returned. There were no tears… not this time. I know her soul isn’t in that little wooden box. But her body—the one I held close for almost 15 years, the one that licked away my tears, rode shotgun, and guarded my heart like it was her mission—is home. And somehow, having her physical self back brings a peace that defies logic.
Sassy belonged with me in life, and she belongs with me now. I gave her the best love, the safest home, and the gentlest goodbye.
Grief is hard to navigate. It can be a gateway to healing or a trap of guilt, blame, and shame. A little of that is normal. But staying stuck in it? That’s not where love wants us to live.
This morning, I looked at photos and videos from the last 15 years… and the thing that stood out most wasn’t the pain. It was the love. A love so bright, so deep, so unshakably real. A love that still surrounds me. That will always surround me.
Sassy made everything better. Together, we were magic.
I know some won’t understand the love I had and still have for her. You can’t expect someone to understand a love they’ve never experienced.
My wish is that everyone gets to feel an “once in a lifetime” love. One so pure, so true, so unconditional… that losing it wrecks you in a way you never imagined possible. That kind of love changes you. That’s where the growth happens. And that’s where love becomes something that transcends time.
I will always miss you, my love.
You are my hardest goodbye.
But oh, how grateful I am… that you happened.🖤