My dog died this morning.

[Ilsa]

I was becoming convinced that my brother's spirit passed on, and I was starting feel more emotionally normal. But I knew my dog's time was coming. I spent alot of time with him and helped him get around outside, and he brought himself back into the house. He quietly passed away.

I miss him already. He was a lab-mix rescue, and very protective of me. He would body block my autistic son if he was coming to hit me. He would bark to warn my other son.

I hate cranking up the grief process again.