Since Harryās passing, I avoided being home at all costs. Simply put, my house felt as empty as my heart without him. But as the months passed, I realized life itself felt empty. I could have a great day, but the second I got home, or to a hotel room, or anywhere there was silence, I just cried. I tried to keep it to myself, but
@the_boomer_boyfriend saw it. He felt how sadness had taken up permanent residence in the space Harry once filled.
Three weeks ago, he texted early in the morning that he was coming by as soon as he landed from Miami. I rushed to shower, trying to wash the tears from the night before off my face. When he rang the doorbell, of course, he didnāt look like heād just gotten off a 4 a.m. flight. And as we hugged, I caught a glimpse of a tiny ear peeking out of the bag he was trying to hideāand I lost it.
I always thought maybe Iād get another dogā¦only if Harry said so. Turns out, he went straight to the only dad he could manage from the rainbow bridge. Iām so happy he did.
World, meet Mia Auxiliadora Zambrano-Robinson.
Mia, because sheās oursāand because she came from Miami, where Harry took his last breath. Auxiliadora, because we want her to carry the strength of her auntie
@stfzmbrno and grandma
@tatyzambeauty . (And because Marc vetoed Mia Glinda.)
Because of Mia, joy and love have found their way back to me on four tiny legs. Because of my partner, happiness has signed a permanent lease on my life. And because Harry cracked my heart open when he left, I now understand it was to let the light back in through her.
Now, I count down the seconds until I can come home š¶