Remembering Dax
The end of 2025 brought me my deepest heartbreak—saying goodbye to our sweet pup, Dax.
It’s been three weeks since he passed. Dax was not just a dog—he meant so much more. He entered my life when he was 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.