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I was 24 when I adopted my "soul dog," Tovi. I was in graduate school, living alone for the first time in a studio apartment the size of a shoebox and furnished by the FREE section of Craigslist. Tovi died shortly after I turned 37 and, by then, had walked me down the aisle at my first wedding and served as my husband's Best Dog at the next. We experienced countless moves, milestones, and ordinary moments in between the bookends of his life.

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His companionship enriched my life in ways I could have never imagined. He was truly the love of my life, my once-in-a-lifetime dog. He gave me the best days of my life, and when he died, the worst.  EVERYTHING changed. My life split into the Before and After. My grief journey became complicated when I struggled to attach to the dog I subsequently adopted. Months of debilitating grief passed, and I found myself on a journey to understand what I was going through and how to move forward.

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As a lifelong journaler, I turned to what I did best. I wrote, and wrote, and wrote... I began to refer to my writing as “Pet Therapy Notes."  I discovered the power of the pen to paper in healing, and I want to share that with you. I am also developing a virtual "First-Aid" kit for grief that is continuously updated with new themes around pet loss.

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I live with my husband and two rescue dogs, Fred and Ethel. They enjoy strutting around our neighborhood, hiking, indulging in Bully Sticks, and are avid Lambchop collectors. Even though his mom loves riding, Fred strongly dislikes bicycles and is guaranteed to have a meltdown when he passes them. I have a Master's in Counseling Psychology with additional training in grief. I am not a practicing therapist, but I use my clinical background in this space. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​