02/03/2026
Yesterday was a rough one.
We said goodbye to Tiger. It wasn’t expected, and our house is too quiet this morning
Tiger and his brother Boots came to me when I moved back to Indiana to open my clinic. They were street cats, and I rescued them. They’ve been my constant companions ever since.
Tiger was quirky. He woke me up every morning demanding treats, came to the dinner table every night to join us, and was known for snagging a little chicken or beef off the counter if you weren’t looking
He and Boots were so bonded. They were always snuggling. I have hundreds of pictures just like this.
There was a time when it was just me, Lola, Tiger, and Boots. Those animals got me through some really lonely times. Today, I have just one of them left. And I’m hugging him extra tight.
One thing I am so grateful for is my ability to allow my grief to move through me.
I haven’t always been this way, but over the years as I’ve given myself space to heal, I’ve come to love and respect my grief so much.
It has this ability to crack us open to so much compassion, not just for ourselves, but for others, too.
Yes, I am grieving, so you may see me teary eyed this week.
But please know that I am okay. I am allowing, and because of this, I am able to show up in a really connected and compassionate way for all of you.
I’m sharing this with all of you today, because as I promised in the beginning of the year—I want to use this space to connect.
Part of that is me sharing my story.
And the story of Tiger deserved to be shared.
There’s a big hole in our hearts today.
Rest easy, Tiger. I’m so glad I got to be your mom.
♥️🌈