Hi, I’m Anny — and I’ve walked with grief most of my life.

Right out of school, I began working in geriatrics. I spent those years supporting people in their final chapters. I learned what real presence looks like. I understood how much silence can hold. That work taught me how fragile, beautiful, fleeting, and painful life can be.

But nothing prepares you for your own losses.

My first deep personal grief came with the death of my paternal grandmother. We were close, and losing her opened a space I didn’t yet have the tools to hold. Not long after, I lost my only sibling, my big brother. Ten years later, I said goodbye to my father. Then, another ten years, and my mother was gone too.

I helped care for both my mother and stepfather in their final days, walking alongside them through hospice at home. I’ve also supported close friends through their dying process, and stood beside their families when the silence set in.

Each loss shaped me. And each one asked me to soften, not harden.
To feel deeply, not disappear.
To stay even when it hurt.

Coffee with the Dogs was born from that space.

It’s the quiet I craved in the aftermath. A place where we don’t have to rush through grief, pretend we’re okay, or fix the unfixable. Here, we honor the truth. We learn to breathe again. We talk over coffee. We heal with the help of dogs and dirt and morning light.

If you’re grieving, preparing, or rebuilding you’re not alone here.

Let’s take the next step, together.