If you arrived at this post, your dog has either died or at some point, like all living beings, he or she will pass away.
This may finally get him to realize that he can’t have it both ways.
He can either have a mommy or a wife to run his home.
Wait, how could I even give my love away and risk it being squashed again? I hear people say “my heart dog” and it’s so unfair for me. I used to tell people I could never get another dog again.
Do I even have any love left to give or did it end when I let my Brandy Noel go in 2008?
Here I sit nearly a decade later and my heart beats and breaks dog. I cared less how my wife felt in this grieving process and I told her so in my ever so distraught way: I can’t help you grieve because I am lost in my own well of sadness, I explained. I felt comfort in talking to this lady, sitting together at her kitchen table. Yes, she did know that I was grieving and she sensed it the moment I sat down for the reading.
My journey in claiming grief has not been an easy one, but I can attest to this: I will never get over the death of my dog and I’m fine with that. I sought the help of a grief counselor, one who understood that my dog was a living being and not something or someone who is replaced.
I embrace a passion for dogs and that passion somehow in this crazy, messed up universe so very perfectly found its way to me.
A little girl once lost found her forever home in dogs.
My life is a celebration of dog and their time on Earth, a mere flicker. A heart that beats dog is all too keenly aware of its ability to break, and oh how it shatters. It’s a true celebration, a present waiting to be unwrapped every day. There’s a secret unspoken club for us dog lovers of the highest order. You say goodbye when you know something is never coming back. Even if you feel our life ends here on Earth when our bodies die, it is true then that you go to the same state of being as the pets you have loved and lost do. believe that grief is a one-size-fits-all process that every person experiences in the same way.
On fortunate days, we find each other: At parks, pet-welcoming stores, on vacations, and at traffic lights. Ages are exchanged, stories are passed on, and dogs bring strangers together, even for a moment. I realize now that I would have been a monster to have allowed her to suffer. That love was even more prominent when I had to say goodbye. The next journey is the one I will take to her and to all the dogs I love thereafter. Loss, and the grief that follows, is an individualized experience.
My husband is so blinded by his mother that it seems he cannot recognize right from wrong when it comes to defending her (no wonder he is a Liar! What do I do to save my relationship because now its not just the two of us who’s lives are at stake now that I have a year old daughter to think of.