02/07/2025
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About six months ago, I sat at the bedside of a woman who took her very last breath. She made me promise that I would look after her husband after she died. Once a week I meet him and we take a walk around his neighborhood. He is grieving, he is struggling, and he cries often. We talk about his wife a lot. Each week I come up with a new question that gives him the opportunity to go down memory lane and share about their life together. And I listen.
For the first five months, his dog walked with us. She was a beautiful distraction for him, and gave him purpose as he woke up each day missing his wife. About three weeks ago she started getting sick and he finally had to make the difficult decision to let her go, which broke his heart.
When I show up to his house to walk, he walks out his door, without his dog, and looks at me and cries. So now I am supporting him while he grieves his wife and his dog. His heart is just so sad. I often feel that I have a loss for words, disappointed that nothing I say will make him feel better. 
He tries to find joy in each day, he hikes with his friends, he eats well and works in his garden, but he is lonely. It is really hard to move on with your life not just grieving someone you love, but also trying to figure out who you are now that they are gone. He feels lost.
Yesterday I met him for a walk. We had moments of tears which is not abnormal, but I also felt that there was some healing happening. We laughed more than usual, and we had a wonderful conversation.
As we came around the corner to get back to his house, a neighbor was watering his garden and said hello. I was introduced, hands were shaked, and he asked my friend how he was doing. He then asked where his dog was and why she wasn’t walking with us. He told the neighbor that she had died and he started to cry.
The neighbor said this:
“Oh. Wow. I am so surprised to hear this. She was such a beautiful dog. She was like the mayor of the neighborhood and everybody loved her. I am really sorry for your loss. I know you miss her, we will all miss her. I am here if you want to talk about her. We can talk about your wife too, any time you want to.”
I could see the reaction my friend had to his kind and compassionate words. He was grateful for them, and it brought him comfort. I can’t speak for him, but it felt to me like his neighbor‘s words helped him to feel seen and acknowledged. Sometimes I wonder if he feels like he has to hide from the grief and not let anyone see that he is hurting. Adding the death of his dog to his grieving, has elevated his grief in a new way. His neighbors words were thoughtful and supportive, and something I believe my friend needed. 
Let’s all be more like his neighbor…
He saw my friend, he honored his sadness, and he offered him a safe place to talk about his wife and his dog. That was a gift, a beautiful, generous gift. 
❤️
xo
Gabby
www.thehospiceheart.net