Guilt and the Absurdity of Grief

Juliet James
5 min readOct 2, 2020

In memory of Flash: Part 6

a black and white dog with shaggy fur and floppy ears sits with his tongue out like he’s smiling
Photo by Juliet James

Is it too soon? I think it doesn’t feel too soon in part because of how long it already feels since we lost Flash. “Lost” Flash. I hate that expression. We didn’t “lose” him. That implies he can be found.

Since we said goodbye. It sounds dramatic or like I’m dancing around it. But what am I supposed to say instead? Since we chose for our dog to die…

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Juliet James

Words are my superpower. She/Her. Queer. Pan. Wife, dog mom, MFA candidate in Creative Non-Fiction with a Narrative Medicine track. Unapologetically me.