The Price of Love
There are moments in life that remind us that love and grief are inseparable. The deeper we love, the deeper we grieve. Last week, my family and I said goodbye to Baloo, our beautiful dog, our companion, and a beloved member of our family for the past eight years.
Baloo was not an easy dog to describe. He had a strong personality. He knew what he wanted and was not shy about letting us know. A beautiful combination of human-like stubbornness and kindness, with a heart overflowing with love for his family. We called him “the perfect boy”.
For eight years, he greeted us with enthusiasm when we came home. He sat beside us when we were happy and stayed close when life became difficult. He never asked for much beyond our presence, a walk, a meal, and a little attention. In return, he gave us his priceless unconditional love.
The house feels different. Emptier. There is a space that only those who have loved a dog can truly understand. I find myself looking toward the places where he used to sleep, expecting to hear his footsteps, or instinctively reaching for him when he is no longer there. Grief has a strange way of revealing the value of what we had. The pain we feel today is simply the price of the love we received. And what a privilege it was to receive that love.
They say dogs normally depart before we do because they would not know how to survive without us. Perhaps there is some truth in that thought. We become their entire world. Their family. Their source of safety and affection. Maybe nature is merciful enough to spare them the heartbreak of having to say goodbye to us. Instead, we are left with that responsibility.
Thank you “Loo” for eight wonderful years. Thank you for the joy you brought, your loyalty, your companionship, and your unconditional love. Thank you for making our family better simply by being part of it. We are going to miss you more than words can express. We will carry you with us, for ever.
