This is the story of the dog who bit me twice…

and somehow still saved my life.

Grief like this is layered…

love and pain braided together in ways only trauma survivors understand.

Tonight, I’m talking about the dog who hurt me,

stood by me,

and carried pieces of me no one else could hold.

This is our creek, our porch, our Thanksgiving mornings…

and the goodbye I never thought I’d have to face.