I think it is harder for me because I am the one who was with her when the vet did what had to be done. I'm the one that saw fear in her eyes when they held her down to shave her leg for the injection. I know I will never be able to forget those moments. I do think of the good times too. She knew which toy was what. Her piggy was her favorite. She loved squeaky toys and to walk. She knew 10 to 15 minutes before my hubby was going to arrive. She would always reposition herself to face the door when he was close by.
I know there are many out there that have lost children and may think I am making a big deal about a dog. I am not able to have any children of my own so Spunky was my baby.
I planted a garden in the backyard next to where she used lay down when she was outside. It is a distraction to look that way not and expect to see her there. It is still a work in progress. I took a few pictures on my phone but not my camera yet. I will try to load them.
We have new fur babies that are keeping us busy. They are so different than Spunky. It was what I wanted. I couldn't bear to have a similar dog. I saw a dog that looked like her the day after we got Ryleigh and Reagan at the pet store. I couldn't help but cry. I will take it as sign that it was ok to get my new babies. We are all still adjusting to each other. They are older and may have had a rough life. They have helped fill the void.
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I did hear her the other day. She used to sleep in the entry way at one point or another during the night in the entry way. When she would get up I could hear her tags and her scraping the floor. I heard the same noise. Or maybe I wanted to hear it.
Oh Monica, I had no idea you were going through this terrible pain! I am so sorry. Sending heartfelt hugs.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if you ever read this, but it is so perfect. Author unknown.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Thank you Michele! It is good to read it again.
DeleteOh, I can relate, I cried for a year when we lost our dog. We now have a 3 year old-same breed-different coloring, so he doesn't look the same. Thanks for sharing your story of Spunky with us. I do believe in doggie heaven.
ReplyDeleteThank you Pam!
DeleteHugs, Monica. You are a wonderful mom to all of your fur babies!
ReplyDeleteThank you Daphne!
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