Yup. It was only a dog. It was a dog that never left my side. It was a dog that really only would let me pick her up and she would have spent all day in my arms. She was a dog that loved unconditionally. She was a dog that would sit on another person's lap perfectly content...until I walked in the room. She was a small dog, yet took up 2/3 of the bed sleeping with me. She had to be touching me, no foot of the bed sleeping for her. She was a dog that I have had for almost 13 years and had the honor of spending a lot of time with in the last 9 months since I WFH.
I think that is what makes losing her so tough. She was my shadow and my companionship. Now I sit in an empty and eerily quiet house. I had to make the decision to put her down yesterday and man does it hurt.
You see, some may say it was just a dog. But to me she was a family member. She was my "puppy", my "good girl", who knew how to turn just right at my feet signaling that she wanted to be picked up. The dog that would literally press into my chest when we sat down to watch TV. The girl that would "talk to me". I would make a sound like a dog and she would make the same sound. We could go back and forth for a long time. She was always present, mostly during the day sleeping at my feet while I worked in my home office. At 3:30 everyday she would get up, look at me, "time for you to take me for a walk", which I would do.
Some people don't want to have pets because they don't want to go through the pain of the loss. But I know the hurt won't last forever and it will be okay to go through this process remembering the 13 years of "life" that this little dog brought to our home.
RIP Holly. Hopefully, I will see you on the other side one day.
I think that is what makes losing her so tough. She was my shadow and my companionship. Now I sit in an empty and eerily quiet house. I had to make the decision to put her down yesterday and man does it hurt.
You see, some may say it was just a dog. But to me she was a family member. She was my "puppy", my "good girl", who knew how to turn just right at my feet signaling that she wanted to be picked up. The dog that would literally press into my chest when we sat down to watch TV. The girl that would "talk to me". I would make a sound like a dog and she would make the same sound. We could go back and forth for a long time. She was always present, mostly during the day sleeping at my feet while I worked in my home office. At 3:30 everyday she would get up, look at me, "time for you to take me for a walk", which I would do.
Some people don't want to have pets because they don't want to go through the pain of the loss. But I know the hurt won't last forever and it will be okay to go through this process remembering the 13 years of "life" that this little dog brought to our home.
RIP Holly. Hopefully, I will see you on the other side one day.
