*I haven’t been able to write much about my beloved Hearing dog, Willow, that was more than just a dog to me for 11 years. He was a son, friend, soul mate, companion. He was my everything. My better, kinder, wilder half. Every year he is gone hurts. I hope to write more about this feeling, but every time I try, it feels more like excavation than writing (though the most important writing likely is an excavation).
Willow, wherever you are, whatever form you have now, I love you.