This is for Sarah from Angie and also for Lexi, a Very Good Dog, who was loyal to the whole family, who was there for everyone and for all of it. I’m sorry to hear that she’s gone, that it was her time, even though the timing is terrible. Sometimes, though, I feel like they know best about time and when. She survived that fire, after all. And she saw you through last year. And now that it’s a new year, maybe she was ready because she knows you are. Lately I’ve been hearing the same sentiment about grief from various unconnected spaces – and this has really resonated with me: grief means that love was real. Grief is Lexi’s tattoo on you that says, “I was here”. I know it hurts like f-ck, and there’s probably nothing that will give you much comfort. So cry it out, Lexi earned all those tears.
