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So, I began today like any other. I had a 7:30 a.m. coaching call. I coached my client ( and dear friend) about how transient life is. I discuss the fact that the height of arrogance is to believe that we know…that we know anything at all about the future.

I complete the call.

The phone rings. It is my husband. He tells me that he is with one of our daughters. Her 10 year old yellow lab has been shot and killed by a neighbor. Her other two dogs are injured, one seriously.

The contents of this incident are insignificant, although brutal. The process is the thing. What do I do with this information? What are my choices and what does this mean? And, most importantly, how can I support my daughter?

Emotionally, I am flattened. This brings up all of my unprocessed grief. My dad…whose name the dang dog shared, my deceased husband and only God knows what else. I have nothing else to offer today beyond the reality I began today with: we do not know what the next moment holds. Our lives can change in a moment.

Today, my unprocessed pain is projected onto a dog who was a part of our family. And while I comprehend that the loss of a dog at the hand of another who is armed with a shotgun is not considered murder, I must assert that the loss is cathartic for me and my daughter.

What I know for sure? This, too, shall pass.

Eventually.

God speed.