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It’s Only a Dog (Until It Isn’t)
Someone said to me today, “it’s only a dog,” and I felt something in me quietly tighten. Not anger exactly, more a pause. A recognition that we were looking at the same thing, but not seeing the same meaning at all.
Because when I think about River, I don’t think “only” anything.
I think companionship. I think presence. I think the steady, uncomplicated kind of love that doesn’t ask for explanations or achievements, just connection.
River is part of my everyday life in a way that is almost invisible until you stop and notice it. The following from room to room....



























