See You Next Tuesday: Vol. I, No. Three

Vol. I, Issue No. Three

A newsletter for the woman who eats a Big Mac while wearing a jawline-slimming face mask and listening to a podcast about living her best life, because the line between self-care and self-destruction is a fine one, but she walks it hard.

Warning: This post discusses the loss of a pet and the difficult emotions that come along with it. You may scroll down to the next graphic if you need to. 🤍

Losing a pet is a peculiar kind of grief. The law sees pets as property, worth only their monetary replacement value. This concept has always struck me as impossibly cruel. Because anyone who has ever loved a pet knows that they can never be replaced.

A few weeks ago, Anne Helen Petersen lost her dog, Peggy. In the piece about her grief, Anne shared this perspective:

“The love between a human and their pet is completely uncomplicated. There are no interpersonal dynamics to worry about. It’s one of the few relationships in life that you can express your love freely and without self-consciousness. And that’s why it hurts so much when they’re gone.”