Nora – 12/14/2025 Nora was not just a dog. She was a presence. A softness. A quiet knowing that love could exist without words. From the moment she came into my life, she made it gentler. She followed me not because she had to, but because her heart chose mine. She curled into my days and nights, into the small ordinary moments that now feel impossibly sacred in her absence. Nora had a way of looking at me that felt like forgiveness. A way of resting her head that said, I’m here. You’re safe. You’re not alone. She was brave in her own quiet way. Even when her body grew tired, her spirit never stopped loving. And when the time came to let her go, she did what she had always done — she trusted me. That trust is both my greatest honor and my deepest ache. Last Sunday, I held her and told her everything she already knew: that she was good, that she was loved beyond measure, that she changed my life. Letting her go was an act of love, even though it broke my heart open. I didn’t abandon her — I walked her home. Now Nora lives in the spaces she once filled: in the quiet of the morning, in the pause before sleep, in the way my heart still reaches for her. She was my baby. She always will be. Run free, sweet Nora. No pain. No fear. Only light. Until we meet again.
Nora
