Grief

We recently said goodbye to our beloved dog, Cosmo. Over the years, I have experienced many losses—my mother, father, cousins, niece, and dear friends—each grief journey unfolding in its own unique way. Every day, I’m reminded of Cosmo in the simplest moments—coming home and expecting to hear his bark before I even step inside, checking the time to make sure I’d be home to let him out, or feeling the absence of him curling up beside me during my morning ritual.

It’s incredible how our pets absorb so much of our energy and emotions. I’ve often thought that’s why their time with us is so brief—they give so much in such a short span. In the final weeks of Cosmo’s life, I felt deeply that he had completed his purpose with us. I told him so, reassuring him that he had given us all his love, and now it was time for him to rest while we poured our love into him even more fully. I trust he knows how profoundly grateful I am for the gift of his presence.

His soulful eyes were always watching me—whether I was laughing, crying, or moving through waves of frustration. In our silent exchanges, I never broke our gaze, knowing those moments were sacred, timeless, and filled with pure love. Grief is the shadow of love, and I feel honored to experience both so deeply.

During times of intense emotion, I find solace, release, and peace through playing my bowls and practicing breathwork. These practices transport me to another level of consciousness, where all that remains is a profound sense of calm—a reset for my entire being. I often remind myself that this is one of the most precious tools I have, always available to me, just as I offer it to others.