All of the day's activities mean little in the shadow of the loss of our dog Scottie. His 4th seizure tonight was his last. He took his final breath in Jen's arms, seemingly in a detached and unconscious daze, with us both showing him love and compassion. As expected as this had been, this was not. We must now navigate the inevitable grief and moments of emptiness in routines that have included his presence. I am more devastated than I would have imagined, but then again, I loved him in the same manner... more than I would have imagined.
