09/03/2025
Not long after my loss, a friend asked me a question that lingered in my heart:
“Are you still sad about your pet?”
At first, I was. Very much. The silence in the house was heavy. Their toy in the corner, the empty spot on the couch, the quiet nights without their presence—every detail reminded me of what I had lost.
But as time passed, I began to understand something. Why should I stay sad when my beloved pet is in heaven, running free, without pain, without fear, sending me little signs that love still connects us? What would make me truly sad is believing they are not happy—but in my heart, I know they are.
And then I asked myself: what can I do with this love that still lives inside me?
I can keep their memory alive by speaking their name and sharing their story.
I can give kindness to other animals—by adopting, rescuing, or simply offering food and care to a stray.
I can open my heart to a new pet when the time feels right, not to replace the one I lost, but to continue the cycle of love they taught me.
Because grief does not have to end in sorrow—it can transform into gratitude and action. Every pawprint on my heart is a reminder to live with more compassion, to love deeper, and to honor the happiness my pet gave me by spreading it forward.
Love never dies. It only changes form, and now it guides me toward giving the same joy to others.
