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I said good by to my dog, holding him not 3 feet from where he was born. He was the child I could never have for all of his 12 years. Especially after months of comfort care, so much of me was with him, and died with him. How could I not be prepared for that, when I've been there before? How could I not know how much of myself he gave me? Why is this surprising? I deeply grieve for him, for my lost self. The claws of my depression knead me, take my breath, my patience, my body. I will survive this. I miss hugs more than anything.
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I know this post is a few months old, but you expressed the pain of your loss in such a beautiful, heartfelt way that I had to reply.
I'm so sorry for your terrible, wrenching loss. Grieving is different for everyone, but I do hope the pain has eased somewhat since your post. My dog died in December, and your words have helped me see that I am not alone in feeling this particular pain. Thank you. |
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Ouch...that is so sad.
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