Today's return to work was like moving through molasses. My brain was fuzzy, my concentration off, my mood dark, my countenance grim. I had some smiles with a few patients, some hugs from a few colleagues, and took my leave for home as soon as I could.
This loss weighs on my spirit. Recovery is a process, as is grieving. Some might say, "It was just a dog. Move on." I would reply that it was not just a dog, it was a member of my soul family, and his absence is a hole which must be filled with joy, remembrance, and gratitude.