Life ending, life changing...
On Tuesday, November 6, my dad took our 11 year old dog to the Vet to put her down. Her health seemed to get bad really quickly - quicker than I had anticipated. The thing with Sarah was that she had such a high tolerance for pain, that we could never really tell how bad she was hurting or when. But the time came when she couldn't always stand up by herself, she would fall when standing or walking, and she couldn't get back up after she squatted to go to the bathroom. Also, she started having trouble controlling her bladder, and she stopped eating completely. So, needless to say, this was a necessary step to take. I couldn't bare keeping her alive like that, no matter how much I wanted to keep her. And God knows I wanted to keep her forever.
My sadness comes and goes, and I really count on my family and a few friends to keep my chin up. On Tuesday me and Chelsea bought balloons (one for her grandpa, one for Sarah) and let them float away. I really haven't believed in Heaven or anything before this. I don't know what I thought, but this has changed my views, and if nothing else it makes it much easier to deal with her being gone - thinking of her in a better place.
It has been a terrible thing, and it's been a blessing. I miss her like shit, and it's so weird going over to mom's house. Sarah's pillow is gone, her food bowl is gone, she's gone. It's still sinking in, I guess. It does get easier. Just like they say. Time heals.
My sadness comes and goes, and I really count on my family and a few friends to keep my chin up. On Tuesday me and Chelsea bought balloons (one for her grandpa, one for Sarah) and let them float away. I really haven't believed in Heaven or anything before this. I don't know what I thought, but this has changed my views, and if nothing else it makes it much easier to deal with her being gone - thinking of her in a better place.
It has been a terrible thing, and it's been a blessing. I miss her like shit, and it's so weird going over to mom's house. Sarah's pillow is gone, her food bowl is gone, she's gone. It's still sinking in, I guess. It does get easier. Just like they say. Time heals.