Thank you.

It's after midnight here in Boston and the kids are FINALLY down and I have spent the last hour reading through all your wonderful comments and I'm sitting here crying in our tiny hotel room with everyone stacked on top of each other after another epicly long day and I just want to thank you all so incredibly much for your words of encouragement, support and empathy. I felt so alone yesterday and then, now, feel completely the opposite. I feel bound to you and your pets and your lives and losses and everything that is life and loss and having to make horribly difficult decisions, and I guess, just... relieved? Because this is what happens. It's the worst fucking thing ever but it's what happens.

It's what we do. 

I was watching Bo look down at the clouds for the first time, today, and I thought, "how lucky we are to be alive."

How lucky we are to be alive at this time where we can see the clouds from above AND below, you know? That's remarkable. That's mind blowing if you think about it. That is some SHIT right there, you guys. Two very different views of the same thing and both are real and right and true and honest and beautiful and wow.

That's how I've always looked at the relationship between life and death, joy and sorrow. We are above the clouds and we are below. But there's a tremendous view on both sides, you know? There's a view from all sides.

I don't even know if I'm making any sense at this point. I haven't slept in three days and am very tired and drunk on sad and tonic but I felt the need to write this post, to thank all of you, to send you love...

We were so incredibly fortunate to know and love Cooper and so grateful for the love you've shown our family these past two days. Love and light to all.... (I just wrote love 787983 times but I don't care.)

Also, I'd never heard of Rainbow Bridge before yesterday so thank you for that. We needed a place to imagine Coop and now, because of you, we have one.

xo always,

Bec