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Last Thursday my beloved Bowie, also cherished by Chris, died suddenly, with no warning, in my arms from cardiac arrest. For the last few years, especially since Aaron left, and I lost Bowie’s sister, Eddy, and then lost my father suddenly and violently, and then through the intense bonds of Covid, she was my rock, my love, my everything. She was an extremely precious, little triped beagle, hit by a truck as a puppy, whose tenacity, sweetness, joy, energy, and abiding love will always be in my heart and soul.
We were hoping to return this week for the fall season of the Dish, but to be honest, we’re both broken in two, and can’t really focus on anything right now. So forgive us for taking an extra week to catch our breath, mourn, grieve, and re-balance.
We’ll be back after Labor Day, with an ambitious fall planned. Thank you for all the love you have sent her (and me) over the years, and all the advice as her back leg faltered earlier this summer. At some point, I will write about her, which is my main form of therapy. But not yet.
Every minute hurts, every daily ritual haunts me in her absence, and although I am no stranger to loss, from the plague years on, this has hit me the hardest. Those of you who have loved and lost your dogs — especially with no way to prepare — understand what I am talking about, I’m sure. It will get better, I know. Day by day, a bit more relief. But it’s still unbearably hard.
Much love from me and Chris,
See you Friday September 8.