In which it still fucking hurts and I sorta feel like I should be over it, but I’m not.
I had Bindu put down a year ago today.
She’d had about a dozen painful heart attacks. She had advanced heart, liver, and Cushing’s diseases. She was going deaf and didn’t seem to see very well. She was maybe 13 or 14 years old.
Deciding to have a creature killed broke both my heart and my brain. I will probably never own another pet, just so I can avoid having to do it again. I still miss that blue dog more than I can express.
I still miss her. Every. Single. Day.
RIP, Bindu, my sweet girl.
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Oh, Mush. I know how you feel. I had my Gretchen put down in July. Yesterday just felt a pang of loneliness for her so bad I cried. Her ashes are in a velvet bag. I sleep with them.
I’m sorry, Beautiful Girl.
I’m with you on this one. I will never own another pet. Pets are like a really wonderful, uplifting book with a heart-wrenching, tragic ending. I can’t handle the heartbreak, either.
*heavy sigh* -m
I missed this when you posted it. *HUGS*. Ain’t nothin’ like dog love.
I miss Hobbes terribly, still, and so does Sunshine, but neither of us has anything on Annabelle. After Hobbes’ passing, Belly was inconsolable: she wouldn’t eat, she did the minimum of walking, and seemed to blame Sunshine and I for him not being around. (We’d gotten Belly only a year or so before Hobbes was put down, and he was the only dog who didn’t beat up on her–she’s a runt, like he was–and so, to Belly, Hobbes hung the moon)…
The only thing that “fixed” Belly was seeing other dogs–so we decided to get Gonzo. Belly LOVES her Gonzo, and I can’t imagine life without either of the dogs, but at this point, we’ve both agreed, after Belly and Gonzo pass, it’ll be no more dogs for a while…
*hug* -m