I rescued Cali, a Blue Heeler mix, from a shelter when she was two months old. She looked like a furry little black bear when I found her. She was small enough to fall asleep in my lap and loud enough to fill every room she was ever in. I raised her for fourteen years and my mother took care of her in her final few years.
When she passed, I did not know what to do with all of it. The grief, yes, but also the specific things. The way she waited by the door. The trips. The ordinary days that did not feel ordinary anymore once they were gone.
So I wrote about her. Not for anyone else. Just to get it out and look at it. And somewhere in that process, something loosened. The memories stopped feeling like loss and started feeling like something I actually had.
That is where the journal pages came from. Every Orvelle book includes them because I know firsthand that writing about the people and animals you love, even imperfectly, even just for yourself, is how you begin to carry it instead of just feel it.
I built Orvelle because I kept thinking about the people who never got the book. The ones whose stories were told at a service or a dinner table, then slowly forgotten. A hardcover written and illustrated for one person, for one story, felt like the most honest thing I could make.
That is still what every book is.
Founder, Orvelle Editions