02/27/2026
Back in July, my husband received a phone call from a woman who I now proudly call a friend. She was crying beyond understanding. He was on his way to take the boys to their mom’s, in and out of service, and told her to call me.
She did shortly after — and I will never forget that call.
She had just lost her fur baby. She felt lost herself. Listening to her story brought tears to my eyes. She had him since he was just a baby. He lived a long, beautiful life, but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye — just like so many of us who have loved and lost a pet understand.
I told her to come over and we’d see what we could come up with. And she did.
She came by, and we talked for hours — about life, about love, about our fur babies. I learned how Drew came into her life, how he loved green stuffies, car rides, his beloved Chevy collar, and most of all, how deeply he loved her and her husband. All the while, our Annie stayed close, knowing she was sad and loving her the only way dogs know how. She always said it was the therapy she didn’t know she needed.
She came back several times after that, and every visit turned into the best conversations. In her loss, we gained a friend. In the wake of Drew’s passing, we bonded. She was new to town, and somehow God placed us in each other’s lives exactly when we needed it.
I am so incredibly sorry for her loss, but I am so grateful for Drew — because through him, a beautiful friendship was born. As she mourns her sweet pup, she carries countless precious stories and memories, and I have soaked up every single one.
We spent six months working on this special piece for this amazing family and their sweet Drew. I could not be more proud or grateful for how it turned out. The tears in her eyes, mixed with smiles, were all the confirmation I needed that it meant as much to her as it did to me.
There were tears, hugs, laughter, and healing woven all throughout this journey.
Rest easy, sweet Drew. I bet those angel wings look absolutely perfect on you 🪽🤍✨
