The other night
while eating some chips, I dropped one, unknowing, on the floor.
Later, I came back, and it had been laying there for at least an hour.
And it dawned on me it was because there was no furry little lurker waiting to hoover it up.
You bet I cried.
Hell, so did I and he wasn’t even my dog.
I could not visit Brigid’s site for a month without tearing up after she lost Barkley.
I’m not, but it sure got dusty in here all of a sudden…..
I’m so sorry
Been there, done that. Sucks!
As you already know, Og, it gets easier with the passage of time, but those moments sure can jump up unexpectedly & kick your ass.
My continuing condolences. Been there, will be again.
Kind of like quitting cigarettes. It is rough losing a friend.
Yeah, you cannot just get over it. But, with time, you do kind of get used to the loss.
I know exactly what you mean. House just isn’t complete without a four legged friend. They give so much joy and ask for so little in return. I dread the day when mine leaves me, and hope it is many years down the road.
When Max our Maine Coon died it didn’t really hit me till I went to make a sammich and he didn’t come bellering for a slice of ham.