Dog

Tending to a 14 yr. dog- means a lot of laundry. interrupted sleep and of course sadness. Sadness I need that like a hole in my head I have no choice. Carrying on, caring for her, loving her, amazed by her spirit. Remembering her puppy days trying not to compare, to her senior days. So hard. Is she ready to let go, am I ready to let go? Limited in her mobility, yes, suffering I don’t think so- unlike us humans she can’t tell us. Her experience triggers and seems similar to my Lee’s. I know you dog lovers get it. Here we go again. Do I feel more prepared-some, is it easier-no. My grief for Lee is tough even after 18 months. My heart feels like it’s made of granite. I’ve been told granite can fracture and it is softer than it appears, thats a good thing. I’m chipping away the hard, filling my fractured heart with people I love, being grateful, staying busy. Humbled for all that I have, always a work in progress.

Author: plantgirl42

I lost my best friend in October 2017 at 67 retirement for a year and half. We were married for 41 years together for 44. I very active walk, swim, volunteer for 2 organizations. I have 2 adult children and a a 14 dog a lab. On most days I'm ok but others my grief takes over. Being a widow is lonely and much harder than I ever imagined. I hope that my blog will help others that have been left behind. View all posts by plantgirl42