I am, quite obviously, thankful I have Brody in my life. He is a joy and a delight and he makes me laugh every day, even when I’m cleaning up a mess or saying “Down Brody, Down Brody, DOWN Brody” x 1,000,000. I adore him.
That being said, it’s hard to say unequivocally that I can’t imagine life without him- because the only reason I have Brody to love and spoil is because I lost the best dog I’ve ever known. It’s very easy to imagine life without him, where lymphoma did not weasel its way in; Emmett wedging himself under the table and sneaking 4 bites of turkey from each person at the table like he’s done every year I’ve had him.
Without Emmett’s death, I wouldn’t have Brody. Within the context of a death that was unfortunately inevitable, I’m glad Brody arrived.
I’m glad all of you arrived too, here in my little corner of the web. I am grateful that when I suffered the loss that so many of you can empathize with, I had so many willing and sympathetic ears here for me. My life is better for having known you all. You inspire me to be better every day.