05/30/2026
Fern keeps getting “stuck” in this floor mirror at the place we’re currently staying.
At first I thought it was kinda funny, but when I watched this back, my heart broke a little bit.
Because wherever Ivy went, it’s elusive. It *is* like a bit of a mirror in that there’s definitely something there, right in front of you, but it proves to be physically impossible to reach.
I know the majority of you following along with Ivy’s end-of-life are curious about Fern, and how she’s doing without her sister. And if I’m being honest, I don’t know. I do know what to look for, in terms of trying to understand how she’s feeling. And last night, before bed, she got a burst of energy that had her zooming around the apartment, so I played with her, running around and encouraging her to follow me. She was smiling from ear to ear and her tail was up and wagging, and she had that funny, crazy look in her eyes that showcased her own spirit, alive and well.
I can already tell our relationship, our bond, is deepening now that it’s just the two of us. It’s a very special and intimate feeling, and although I know (and understand) why most people seek out a replacement dog to fill the void after loss while keeping the anticipatory grief of loosing the “last one standing” at bay… simply unable to bear the mere thought of being alone… I’m so grateful for this new and unique experience of love with as it unfolds, and I really hope we get the time to bask in it’s glory together. But any time at all will do.
Maybe Ivy is on Fern’s mind as she faces this mirror. Maybe she saw her sister in her own reflection, and was frustrated she couldn’t figure out a way to get to her. But maybe I’m projecting my own human experience onto her little puggy one, I don’t know. I personally believe that dogs are far more spiritually evolved than us and don’t fear death the way we do, which is why I always follow their lead. 🧡❤️💙