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Everyone who gets a dog, a cat, or indeed any pet signs a contract. That contract is simple.  You agree to your heart being broken when it’s time to say good bye.  The fear of this pain has put many a potential owner off. And I know it has stopped, or at the very least slowed down  previous owners, as the loss is vast and deeply painful.

I said goodbye to my little Oscar this month, and despite knowing it was coming ( he was diagnosed with Cancer back in Summer 2023) it didn’t make it any easier. There are some things in life that are impossible to soften. And this for me was one of them.

Like many, I acknowledged his passing with a Instagram post (and I guess this blog post too) as in someways it was a version of therapy and helped with my processing. But also, throughout the years, I had so many comments about Oscar whenever I shared parts of his life. I felt there would be some folk who wanted to know.   

Shortly after sharing this sad news the comments were popping up, DM’s notifications were rolling in, and I had photos sent to me of Oscar (from people who had met him) and even IG followers who hadn’t met him, but had screen shot some of my photographs, because at some point they had made them smile.

It made me feel all the feelings. But mostly it made me feel grateful to have such kind hearts, both near and far.  It’s so easy to slam all these platforms that have intertwined into our daily lives, but there are moment when the positivity outweighs the bad,  and you really do feel the support and warmth of others.  It was an lovely reminder that our digital actions have a far greater reach than what we realise .  I’m not talking engagement numbers or algorithms – I’m talking hearts and minds.  The most precious parts.

The fact my Oscar helped bring this to the forefront for me was bitter sweet.

I’m looking forward to turning a page and starting February. Not that the weather here will improve , or that I wont miss Oscar any less. If anything it will be more.

But the light is creeping in. Mornings are a fraction brighter – and the evenings start a little later. It makes things feel just a little more optimistic . A reminder that the light will shine through, even in the longest darkest of months.

An illustration of a silhouette of a woman and a small dog walking in winter around a bare tree with orange sky. the final dog walk. The saying goodbye to a beloved pet.