What is grief? Grief to me is remembering something or someone fondly. I suffered a very personal loss on the first day of October. My family and I had to put down my sweet, sweet puppy boy, Fredo. I feel like my heart has been ripped to shreds. Fredo was a family dog, but heand I shared a very special bond. We’ve had Fredo since he was 12 weeks old. I remember going to get him.

I was at a friend’s house, and my parents told me that we were going out to dinner. They got to my friend’s house, I got in the car, and off we went. My dad said he had to quickly stop at a client’s house to pick up something. My siblings and I thought nothing of it. I remember getting to this woman’s house, and he told all of us to get out of the car. I knew something was up. I walked through the door, and the woman directed me to the living room, where a large box was on the fireplace. I walked over, and inside the box was Fredo, a sweet black lab. I cried with joy and asked if he was for us. Indeed, he was. This sweet, sweet boy was ours.

I loved him with all my heart. He had a connection wth everybody.