Tuesday January 13th

Some things cannot be fixed, only carried…

I’m am so sad. So sad.  Whenever one of the pets in 

our family dies it breaks my heart all over again. For them. 

 For me. For Brutus and for what happened to Shadow. 

 Rima is my baby sister and Marley was her baby💔

The picture on the top right was taken by me 

when Arvid and I visited Rima and family in May 

of 2025,  Losing a pet is so traumatic. My mind 

goes to places I don’t want it to, but I just can’t

 stop it. One day Sniff will no longer be with

 us and right now I’m freaking out.

I always wish I could do more to ease the pain, 

but I know that they all have to go through this 

on their own. Grief is a journey of love and

 loss, and no one but yourself can walk it.

  We all grieve differently and there is no set time 

frame as to when grief is “over”.  I don't think I will

 ever stop grieving for Brutus. Yes I have moved on,

 but he took a part of me that will forever grieve.

Life does not stop no matter what we are going

 through.  That is a good thing right?  To all a very

 good day.  The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss

 is grief. But the pain of grief is only a shadow when 

compared with the pain of never risking love ❤

Sometimes losing a pet is more painful than 

losing a human because in the case of the

 pet, you were not pretending to love it...

~Nadiya~

March 5th~🐾

 What we have once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never

 lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us...

Today will be eight years since little Shadow died

 such a terrible death while in the care of our pet-sitter. 

 Arvid to this day blames her.  I have moments where I feel

 a little charitable, but when I lay in bed at nights I repeat 

the scene of how Shadow died.  We were not at home, but

 we were given the details.  Today I wished she would

 have lied about the circumstances of Shadows death.

Shadow came into our lives days after our Brutus died.  He

 was just about 6 months when we got him.  Full of feistiness 

and a zest for life.  He was a handful, but a beautiful one  All

 he wanted was to be loved and to play. Sometimes I feel

 as if I failed him because we were not there to save him. 

Arvid and I were visiting my parents in North Carolina 

when I got the call informing me that our Shadow had just

 died the most violent/painful death while in the care of my

 friend/pet-sitter.  Without hesitation, we cut our trip short

 and drove back home to Fort Lauderdale as fast as we could.

  I think we made the 12 hour drive in record time.

The above was November 10th 2015.  Bringing Shadow 

home with us.  Little did we know how it would end.

I hope you know that for the short time you were with us, we loved you. 

Guilt is probably the most painful companion of death 🐾

 24 years ago today Arvid and I met.  So far it has

 been one hell of a journey.  We have our differences, but 

there is no one I would rather do life than with him.

To make heaven the perfect resting place for loved ones we adore, 

God made sure those Pearly Gates contained a kitty door...

🐾 Nadiya🐾