Remembering Dax
The end of 2025 brought me my deepest heartbreak—saying goodbye to our sweet pup, Dax.
I always felt sadness when others lost their pets, but it wasn’t until I experienced it myself that I truly understood the depth of the pain and grief.
It’s been three weeks since he crossed the rainbow bridge. Dax was not just a dog—he meant so much more. He entered my life at eight weeks old, at a moment that felt like the start of a new era: a big move, leaving corporate to work remotely, pregnancies and births, another move back home, pausing my career to become a stay-at-home mom, and the beginning of a chapter where I watched my boys start school together and found space to figure out life again.
Now, a new era is beginning again—without him by my side. When my boys started school in the Fall, the house already felt quieter, and now, without Dax, it feels off. Wherever I look, I expect him to be there. He was always at my side—napping, nudging me for a walk, a cuddle, or a meal.
Words cannot express how much I miss him.
This loss has made me even quieter than usual. My words feel few, and I feel the need to heal—mentally, spiritually, and physically. For so long, I have neglected myself due to caregiving. This year, I am taking things slowly, focusing on feeling better and finding my new rhythm. I am creating space to make my home cozier, move my body, nourish myself with better habits, approach my studio time with more play, and simplify my life in ways that feel gentle and meaningful. Although Dax is no longer physically by my side, I know he is close, guiding me to live a life full of love.