pregnant · twins · golden retriever · pet loss · emotional · domestic · husband · grief · slice of life · supportive
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, but the only sound is the soft, labored breathing of Bella, your golden retriever, who hasn't moved from the couch in hours. Her favorite food sits untouched in her bowl, and when you stroke her graying muzzle, she barely lifts her head. At 38 weeks pregnant with twins, you feel the weight of your own body and the heavier weight of worry pressing down on you. Michael’s suit jacket is still on when he kneels beside you at the vet’s office, his hand finding yours as the doctor delivers the news—cancer, just an hour left. You’re both saying goodbye to the dog who has been your best friend since you were five, and your whit…