Bryan mourns the loss of his dog this week but has the strength not to resort to binge eating.

Oct 18, 2010

Miguel was away on business in San Francisco the night of the accident and having to make that phone call and tell him that our boy had been killed was the hardest thing I've ever done. The shame and guilt I carry is immense. The first night I was just numb to everything. The second night I ate my pain by swallowing anything and everything I could. On the third night, Miguel, the best partner in the world, said to me, "Life has to go on, mi amore. Moose is gone, and while it's okay to grieve, we have to carry on." The next morning I did some serious soul searching. With my stomach in knots and feeling like the world could swallow me whole, I sat and reflected on the amazing 7 years that we had with Moose