I’m writing this on Saturday afternoon (July 23, 2011 if anyone’s counting), I think I’m going to wait until Monday to post it. The Hubby and I had a rough morning today. We went and picked up the ashes of our beloved english bulldog, Missy. She passed away a month ago today. We got up this morning and decided it was time. We were very touched to find a paw-print in the bag. I had no idea they did that, but my Mother-In-Law says it’s very common.
I was not prepared for how tough it would be to loose a dog. Missy was my first dog.
I’ve now written and deleted about 7 sentences for that paragraph and I don’t like any of them, so I’m just giving up and starting a new one. I’m finding this whole thing to be really crappy. I miss my dog.
I miss her snoring in bed at night.
I miss the way she would reach out to us with her paw because she just wanted to touch us, didn’t need anything else, just wanted to touch us.
I miss the way she would suck on her favorite toy like a pacifier.
I miss her soft ears and how she liked them scratched in a specific way.
I miss how she would run to the door when The Hubby came home.
I miss my dog.
I’m very glad we have another dog, Zoey. I can’t imagine how hard it would have been to come home to an empty house that night a month ago. Thankfully we had a dog to hug and love on. A dog who misses Missy too. Zoey’s afraid to go outside by herself. I think all she knows is that Missy went outside and never came back. We have had to go back to going outside with her every time she goes to the bathroom because she won’t leave the back door unless one of us goes with her. Zoey spent about a week staring out the window next to the front door… I think she was looking for Missy.
I’m not sure where I’m going with all this, I think I just needed to get some thoughts out. Hopefully going through all this today will make it easier to move on. We’ll always love Missy and we’ll always miss her but I’m just waiting for it to hurt a little less.
If you have a dog, go give them a hug right now… tell them you love them and appreciate every day with them.
/ hug
Been there, done that, it hurts.
So sorry to hear you are there too.
Brad recently posted..Thirty years ago
Thanks Dech. We’re just really happy we got to be her “parents” even though it was for a very short time.
*HUGS* You’ll always miss her, because you loved her and she’s not there anymore. Anyone who says it heals with time is fooling themselves.
Remember the good stuff, hold it tight, and never let go.
It’s been years for me. I miss my dog, too.
Yeah, The Hubby keeps asking me if I think Missy will go to heaven with us. I unreservedly think yes, she will. I can’t fathom that God wouldn’t let us see our pets, espcially pets that show the unconditional love that dogs do.
Lauren recently posted..Saying Goodbye
Lauren, I know how hard this is. I’ve dealt with it too many times, and I dread going through it again with every new dog. Our dogs are our best friends, and losing them is so hard. The only thing I can tell you is that Missy knew how loved she was, as will every dog you own after her. You realize how short a dog’s life is compared to your own, and you pour out the love that much more fiercely as a result. Your grief will lessen with time, and Zoey will adjust. Until then, I’m sending giant hugs your way, and obviously you can call me any time if you need to chat!
/HUGS
Sabrina
One of the things that’s been really hard for us is that Missy was only 5. We expected to have her a few years longer and were caught competly off guard. Though I’m sure it’s just as hard when you’ve gotten to spend that much longer with your dog.
Lauren recently posted..Saying Goodbye
We lost our beloved dog Jake (golden retriever mix) a couple of summers ago. He was only 11 years old, so we’d expected to have him at least a year or two longer. Because of our life stage (yay empty nest!) and because he was the best dog we could ever imagine having — truly, any other dog would suffer by comparison — we decided not to get another dog.
I remember the pain of the early days though. Jake didn’t sleep with us, but he was there to greet me every morning as soon as I opened my bedroom door. It was months — months! — before I didn’t look for him in the morning. He used to follow me from room to room, just to keep me company. That used to sort of annoy me sometimes, but it was so endearing. I really missed my shadow when he was gone. You’ve done a lovely job of remembering Missy here.