While this may sound silly, I am struggling with the death of our best mate. While he may be of the four legged kind, he has lit up our lives for the last 17 years. He was wonderful with the children, and a bit of an old soul (cheeky too). I now find myself saving tid-bits on a plate in the fridge then realizing he isn’t here to eat them. I miss him barking at me to share my food with him, kissing our noses, cuddles on the couch, the kids reading him story books and his general presence. While I am so thankful for the time we all had together, my heart is still broken…I’m sad that my little world will never quite be the same again.
Posted anonymously, 23rd April 2015