My heart hurts and I feel empty, someone is missing. It’s been a week since we lost our dog. The sadness just doesn’t go away. Sometimes I still feel in shock and can’t believe he’s gone. I have had dogs my whole life and have lost them too, but he was my special boy, my dog mate, my heart. I miss him so much.
I know he’s in a better place and would never want him to suffer, but I miss seeing him. I adopted him when he was 3 and a half and we had him just about 10 years. He had the sweetest disposition and was such a love.
We planted flowers and two rose bushes this weekend in his honor. We will also make a stepping stone and I’m going to compile pictures in a scrapbook along with stories of the funny things he did.
This is just so hard, life doesn’t stop but I have to grieve. I worked all last week except the day we said goodbye. I had to shut my door to cry and take time. I know people will expect me to start moving on. I’m able to hold it together at at work but being home is tough. I expect to see him everywhere and he’s not there. I put the food dishes and gates away. There are still dog hairs floating around, but I let them be. I have his picture on my dresser of him smiling, I see it when I go to bed and wake up. I talk to him and tell him I love him everyday.