Three years ago, my beloved dog was diagnosed with lymphoma

Three years ago, my beloved dog was diagnosed with lymphoma. From the very start, I knew our time together was limited—the vets gave her only 12 to 18 months, even with treatment.

And so began our race against the clock. For the past three years, my entire world revolved around her—chemotherapy appointments, constant care, the looming grief of losing her, the weight of fear and sadness…

But also, the hope. Hope for just one more day, one more moment.

I devoted all my time to her. Eventually, I quit my job so I could focus entirely on her needs. People didn’t understand my choice. They thought I’d lost my mind. But none of that mattered. It became just us two. And truly, that was all I needed. That time was the most valuable gift.

I gave her everything I had—she wasn’t just a pet. She was my family, my closest friend, my partner, my safe place—my home.

She passed away two weeks ago.

Now, I feel exactly as I feared I would.

It hurts beyond words. This is a kind of sorrow I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Now it’s just me—alone with this grief—and every piece of my heart still devoted to her. 💔

Credit: Ginebra Raki