You guys.....thank you so much for your condolences and sharing your own stories.
It means so much that you would take the time to tell me your own stories.
These last few days have been so exhausting.
It's incredible how much energy grief eats up.
We made ourselves stay busy the last few days and managed to can some radish, onions, jalapenos and pickles.
Neither of us has been able to go outside and gather up his toys...his old cow thigh bone that he's been gnawing on for the last 3 months...I can't imagine gathering it all up and throwing it out. Like it's worthless junk and doesn't mean anything.
I am on vacation this week, so I have the luxury of grieving at home and alone.
I feel just awful for David. He broke down this morning before leaving for work and then again when he came home for lunch.
I wish he would have just called in. It's not pride exactly that stops him but ...I don't know. I guess it's a man thing.
I called my boss right after I found Gir and I had no shame at all sobbing on the phone and telling her I wasn't coming to work...even though it was my last work day before vacation. She knows how much my dog meant to me. David had Gir before I met him. I came into their lives and he became my dog quickly. David used to laugh about how much I babied him and how he would run to me and sit on my foot when he was in trouble with him. We used to laugh and say that if we ever broke up, the only thing we would fight over was who was taking the dog. God, I'm sobbing as I type this. I miss that damn dog so much.
We have discussed getting another dog and we know that one day we will.
Just....not now.
It will be awhile I think before either of us are ready.