It’s been five-months since you died and I’m still not quite myself. I prefer when it rains outside because then I don’t have to go out. It’s those sunny Sundays I fear which make it so unfair. I sob when I look outside because it’s something we can no longer share. So the drapes are drawn and the blinds are closed so I don’t have to see. I reflect all day the perfect times when it was just you and me. Now these sunny Sundays becomes my pain of miserable irony

I punish myself with regret for all the things I could not do. I held your head, my tired friend, as I desperately tried to help you. It was your eyes that said to me I had to let you go. And I choked on my goodbyes as I knew this was the final show. I carried you in my arms for our final ride and you mustered all your strength just to get inside. We both new it would be the last, we both new it was time to go; I was in no hurry to take you there and I made sure to drive real slow. I remember looking at the sky above, it was a beautiful December day. A day I will never forget, life’s poetic injustice the sunny day when you went away

It’s been five-months since you died and I don’t know what to do. I force myself to never heal, all in honor of you. Our walks, our fun, our silent talks, you brought new life to me. The greatest friend one could ever have, gone so suddenly. But you came back thrice and it was nice as I felt you on my bed. You even snapped in my ear and for a moment I forgot you were dead. I miss you girl, I miss you bad. Nothing could ever prepare for these five-months would be so sad as I just sit and stare.

These sunny Sundays, twisted like a mortal tree. Void of passion and void of life my empty home draining and seeping into me. I close my eyes to see your face and I see you sitting there with all your pride. Longing to enjoy this sunny day with me but I can’t go outside. It’s been five-months and I’m not quite myself since the day you died.

Quinzy 1999-2011

Beautiful dog and writing. I know exactly how you're feeling. June 20, 2003 was the day I had to put my old buddy Orion to sleep, and I'll never forget it.

RIP Quinzy!

Nice piece flysolo. How about coming back and doing some more stories in this forum?

I've been there and I know how painful it is. She was a beautiful dog and had a long life for a large breed.

I have a new rule now about losing a dog (self-determined-rule) which is get another one as soon as possible.
After I lost my dog, the first time I heard myself laugh again was over the antics of the new puppy. It helped so very much.

..........Give it some thought. There are so many good dogs needing to be adopted. I'm sure one would love you, and you would love it.

To say you won't do so out of "respect" is not a good thing. Your wonderful dog has lived it's life, and no longer has it. You still have yours.

You know?

A very touching story - thanks for sharing!

Hearing of death is always a wake-up call to be more appreciative, and to create more good memories, because the time is short, especially with our pets.

May you be blessed, and perhaps, one day, find a new comrade and friend.