If you’d rather read than listen, here are the same words.
Hi. It’s Martine.
One month today.
I wanted to say it out loud, instead of writing it.
A whole month of grief and love, living side by side. A month of waking up in a home that sounds different. A month of finding their hair on a sweater. A whole month of moments where you forgot, just for a second — and then remembered.
A lot of people think pet grief should be small. Something quick.
But it takes the time it takes. One month is just one month.
You’ve been doing this quietly. In your own way. With your own kind of courage.
I’m proud of you.
See you Monday.