posted on Feb, 2 2019 @ 12:22 PM
a reply to: DontTreadOnMe
I have to believe that it is her. If I don't then I'm putting it down to me losing my mind. I'm still talking to her as if she is right here next to
me. I come up the stairs where she would wait and even though she isn't there I'd say "C'mon then lets go" or when I let the two remaining dogs out I
wait a few seconds longer as if she was walking in behind them (even though she was always first in lol) I did all this with Playboy (other dog) when
he went and it helped. The only thing I'm currently struggling with is that emptiness, that feeling of something that should be but isn't. It's the
hardest part and the knowing that I'll never get to touch her again, rub her head, she'd lean in if you rubbed her head because she was almost
completely deaf the vet said its how some deaf dogs do it.
I can remember when Playboy died taking his body to the vets so I could have his ashes and coming home to see her looking at me as if to ask where was
he and telling her that he was gone then coming up and watching sniff the floor where he was when he died but having her was a huge comfort to me, I
cried my eyes out for ages after Playboy went and Midnight was there to lie next to me, putting her head on my knee and so having her helped me get
through it but Delboy and Rodney (two remaining dogs) aren't really like that, Del is a dog that'll take a few scratches from you but that's about it,
he'll either walk away or give you the "I'm bored now" look.
I know I'll get through and believing that she is around me will help but it's going to take a long time to get over her loss.