A few days had passed since the emotional farewell at the funeral. While the pain of loss still lingered, life had begun to slowly regain its rhythm. Today marked a significant step forward – a day when we could finally move Amalia’s belongings to our house and create a space for her, an act that symbolized the continuation of life amid the shadows of grief.

My morning began with a furry, enthusiastic wake-up call from Spade. He bounded onto my bed, his tail wagging energetically as he showered me with licks. “Alright, alright!” I laughed, gently pushing his furry self off me. He barked excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation,...