Bane’s Story…
In two weeks, it will be one year since I lost Bane. The grief hasn’t gotten smaller, and the questions surrounding what happened still remain. He was only seven years old—the biggest love bug, the biggest pain in the ass, and one of the most loved members of our family. A year later, it feels like it happened yesterday… 💙🐾
The Pain of Seeing Death Treated Like the Easy Answer
Since August 3rd, my world has been flipped upside down. Losing Bane and then watching the reactions to Charlie Kirk’s murder has left me mentally and emotionally exhausted. I’ve always tried to see the good in people, but this whole situation has made me question that. It feels like life doesn’t matter anymore if it’s inconvenient or disagreed with. Death shouldn’t be the first answer, but lately it feels like it’s treated that way far too often — for animals, for people, for conflict. And trying to wrap my head around how so many can justify it has been nothing but exhausting.