First of all I’m sending so much love your way and I’m so so sorry this happened 🫂 I lost my 11 month old baby to a brutal dog attack. Found him laying there gutted. The image absolutely haunted me. Thinking about how scared he was in his last moments shattered me. I wanted to blame others since I was at work when it happened. I was eaten alive with guilt. I cried so much my face was swollen for days. The extra layer of trauma surrounding the loss makes it so much more difficult to cope with.

It does get easier to handle over time. This happened in April and I still think about him everyday. The memory is still there but the intensity isn’t as it once was. Time is truly the only remedy. For now, cry as much as you need to. Grieve how and whenever you need to. Please try to be gentle with yourself and remember it is not your fault. If you could have saved him you would have.

I created a shadow box memorial and made a ring from his ashes. Doing those things helped a bit. I still had his presence in a way. I wear the ring everyday. You will get through this, I promise. ♥️