the weight of love

There is a weight with love…sometimes you feel it at the beginning, sometimes you feel it at the end, but it’s always present. Today, the weight of love I feel is grief. I’m familiar with it, it’s like an old friend has welcomed me into her cozy home, for a cup of tea and a cuddle on the sofa with a big fuzzy blanket. A box of tissue nearby, as well as a chocolate bar and something yummy for dinner. There is a candle lit, reminding me of why I’ve come to visit. You see…as comfortable as I am here, it’s not a place I will ever choose to visit. Wait…scratch that…if I choose to never visit here, I won’t ever feel the weight of love. And so it goes. With the beautiful joy of loving someone, a being, perhaps, like me, a sweet + furry best friend, with that, comes the waterfall of grief when you’ve reached the end. As we did yesterday. My sweet Tiko…you will forever be embedded in our hearts as having taught us to love unconditionally, ask for what you want (all the treats please!), make yourself heard + noticed, eat when there is a delicious opportunity, wander the earth like you have no destination and always be up for adventure. You’ve been with us through the most difficult times in our life…foreclosure, the loss of Mikey, even this damn pandemic. And through it all, you continued to show up for us. Thank you for all your years of friendship and continually being present in all the moments, beautiful and brutal. You will be missed and forever loved. We are definitely the lucky ones.