When I lost my dog

 When I lost my dog, I thought I was alone in this ache.

The silence. The emptiness. The missing piece of my soul.

But then I found others—people whose stories echoed mine.
Different dogs. Different goodbyes.
But the same kind of love.
The same kind of heartbreak.

Together, we form something larger.
A circle of broken hearts.
A circle that reminds us grief is love,
and love never dies.

And in this circle, no one mourns alone.