03/29/2026
Twelve years of you is one of the biggest blessings of my life. Happy birthday to you, Dixie Anne 🤎
She’s witnessed more of the last 12 years of my life than any human has, so while watching her get older is hard, watching her be sick is even harder. The prognosis is good and she’s handling it very well, as I should have suspected — she is quite literally the toughest creature I know. But I would be lying if I said the initial cancer diagnosis wasn’t a little jolting. The thought of losing her felt like losing a part of me and somehow erasing a huge chunk of the last 12 years..
7 years ago she went in for a routine surgery to then flat line on the table, be brought back, and come out of it only losing her hearing. I share that to say, this is not the first time I’ve had to fathom the thought of life after Dixie. The first time I felt a lot of fear, this second time I have just felt a lot of anger. Mostly due to the fact that it feels unjust. To me. To her.
But the anger was quick to fade when in the grand scheme of things I realized we have less birthdays in front of us than we have behind us. There’s nothing I can do to stop that. My job is not to keep her alive forever, it’s just to make each day better than the last
because in the end
….. we’re just walking each other home 🪽
