10/28/2026
It’s been 2 years since I said goodbye to my Aidan. I still can’t talk about her without breaking down. Yesterday morning I had a candle burning on her altar in observance of Día de los Mu***os de la Mascota (Day of the Dead for pets) when I received a call from my neighbor asking if I could help him move his dog who had passed away during the night. The entire time all I could think about was Aidan and how she visited me the night before. I was having a night terror and while struggling with sleep paralysis and a raised heart rate she appeared next to my bed with her jingling collar and with her little tough wolf bark she broke me free from whatever energy I was tangled in. I could feel her with every cell in my body. I could smell her. She was healthy. She was happy. And just like that, she was gone. To all those managing the grief of losing a beloved pet, I wish for you patience, strength, healing and a healthy third eye for when your lost loves stop by to visit. I know it hurts like fu***ng hell right now but I promise you they are all around. In Memoriam: Charlie. mascota