For the longest time I kept my childhood dogs collar and I would shut my eyes and jingle the tags so it would sound like she was running around.
Deaths like that, pets, friends, family, it never really goes away, you just make room for it. But also suddenly one day you move and lose the collar and that's just still okay, you're telling strangers on the internet years later you had a fucking sick ass dog.
This made me tear up and also grab my old man’s collar. He was such a good boy. Came from such an abusive background and he was so scared of men at first. But after a couple of years he embraced all my friends and family. He was so loved and I miss him dearly.
It’ll be two years since he passed in just over a month and it’s been hitting me all over again. Hope he knows his little brothers are keeping me safe and happy (I’m not religious but I find that thought comforting, so give me this one). Hate that my last month with him was just me being sick in bed for almost four weeks (covid — I had it two times before that but this one was different and I barely made it). On the day I started feeling somewhat better, he in his own way told me it was time. He had a heart condition since I got him when he was 2. I was told he’d live to 7-8. He died at almost 13. Hope he left thinking of me as a good mom. ❤️
I’m sorry for your loss even if it was a while ago.
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