It’s been one hundred nineteen days since our final stroll with our forever favorite GSP and I’m barely three weeks into my grief.

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March 20, 2025

I’ll move back into my bedroom, sometime, one day, soon, maybe by the end of the week. For now, I remain nestled in the pile of blankets, pillows, and essence of your presence for our final night with you, our beloved Ruby, who we will forever cherish as our bright, quirky, ADHD, escape-artist, loving German Shorthaired Pointer. It’s 1:35pm now, the exact time you departed on Monday, a blurred three days ago. One plus three plus five equals nine, which in numerology represents endings and closures. “Everything in its time” will always remind me of you, nine, and life’s divine timing.

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