It has been a month.
He is not there on the pillow next to me when I wake up. He isn’t worried I may forget breakfast. He doesn’t get a drink from the bathtub faucet. He is not the first dog out the door. His face isn’t in the window barking when I pull up the driveway. The toys no longer squeak and honk. He doesn’t begin his dance and follow me wherever I go after 4 pm. His cold nose no longer nudges me for dinner at 5 pm. How did he know the time to the minute so well? He isn’t the leader when we go for our walk around the neighborhood. Daisy doesn’t bark at Duke when we go by. His head isn’t on my lap in the evening. I do not hear his moan as I rub his ears.
We miss him so.
I hope writing about some of your favorite memories of him helps. It is so hard when we lose them. We just lost our Abby 4 months ago. I still miss her so much. That one month mark is hard.
It can especially be hard when your friends and family don’t really get why you are “still” sad. We get it though! The folks here at Tripawds were the best when we lost Abby.
We’re here for you! Hang in there. He is still with you in your heart.
Jackie, Angel Abby’s mom
a month is very long, when you have a lifetime of memories reminding you of your lose. we know shadow’s spirit is watching over you.
charon & spirit gayle
well, i meant to say a month ‘isn’t’ very long…sorry, but we are thinking of you and do know how tough this is.
c & sg
The ‘firsts’ after a loss are so hard. You have to let yourself grieve for as long as you need- but try to spend some time each day thinking about the good memories- the gifts that Shadow gave you. That helped me when I had to say good-bye to Maggie.
We do all ‘get it’ here- tell us more about your life with Shadow if that helps you.
Karen and Spirit Maggie
My heart is aching for you!! I hope that you find peace in beautiful memories of your Boy.
Thank you for taking care of me. All of Shadow’s pack is still devastated. The Tripawds community has been such a needed outlet for me, being the mom. I’m taking care of the rest of the pack. Shadow’s dad takes all of this so hard. I even warned our vet. When we lost our first family dog, Gulliver before Shadow and Daisy, our children saw their father break down and cry for the first time. They heard him cry for a second time when he made those awful phone calls that night to Shadow’s boy & girl. He stayed with Shadow all night until dawn when he could begin to dig his burial site. I have found that sharing and reading other’s stories good for me.