Hi friends -
Yesterday, my dog was gently assisted in crossing over, and it was a good death. It was very peaceful for her.
She was old, had a gorgeous life, and was ready. I'm relieved that her suffering is over.
But, the grief is so great, and grief is so much like depression in that there is so little space for it in our culture. It makes people so uncomfortable, and like depression, it makes me want to withdraw from people. Everyone wants to move on along with life, and I feel out of step.
I feel like she was the best part of me.
We have been inseparable for 11 years, and now I have to figure out how to be me again, without my best self personified in a little fur pal. My heart hurts so much. I'm not sure how I am going to make it without her warm, toasty little being.
Any kind words would be appreciated. π