My 13-pound Bichon Frisé was my best friend, my loyal companion and my professional buoy. So why isn't there a blueprint for mourning a pet who loved me as much as any human did?
I had just given birth to my third child and was training for a half-marathon when I had a heart attack. And as I lay in my hospital bed, I could hear the woman in the next room dying.
They might act like adults, but they're still kids. A short guide to helping a teenager grappling with loss, from normalizing their feelings to remembering all those firsts.