Waiting is the hardest part.
On november 22nd at 3:00pm I will loose a close family member. My pup Max will be put down and join those who have left this life for the next.
I'm only 21 yet I've lost quite so much that each time another thing is taken from me it's harder to grab the things that give me joy. I love my dog and know he will be feeling better soon as he is old and not in control of his own body anymore. His legs are failing and this is the right thing to help him move on. I think waiting and knowing is the hardest part for me now as my emotions and my mind drift back to the times I lost before.
My grandfather Richard Bohac past diligently in his older years.
My uncle Bo Bohac was tragically taken from us in his thirties due to neglect and alchehol.
My grandma Helen Raimer who was taken as her lungs gave out due to smoking.
My grandfather William Raimer taken in his sleep.
My childhood dog Hollywood past as her heart gave out.
My childhood cat Beaufurd struck by lightning.
I remember them all. The pain in my heart is not emptiness but it growing larger with the memories of those who have left me and those I will remember. My throat closes with anxiety knowing that something I love so much will be gone tomorrow with nothing I want to do about it. It's the waiting. The knowing. Those are the hardest parts. And now I will spend what precious time I have left with my friend before he is gone.
I love you all. Everyone is important to me as you never know who will be gone. There isn't time for saddness, nor anger or hate. Only love and care ... that's all that really matters.
I'm only 21 yet I've lost quite so much that each time another thing is taken from me it's harder to grab the things that give me joy. I love my dog and know he will be feeling better soon as he is old and not in control of his own body anymore. His legs are failing and this is the right thing to help him move on. I think waiting and knowing is the hardest part for me now as my emotions and my mind drift back to the times I lost before.
My grandfather Richard Bohac past diligently in his older years.
My uncle Bo Bohac was tragically taken from us in his thirties due to neglect and alchehol.
My grandma Helen Raimer who was taken as her lungs gave out due to smoking.
My grandfather William Raimer taken in his sleep.
My childhood dog Hollywood past as her heart gave out.
My childhood cat Beaufurd struck by lightning.
I remember them all. The pain in my heart is not emptiness but it growing larger with the memories of those who have left me and those I will remember. My throat closes with anxiety knowing that something I love so much will be gone tomorrow with nothing I want to do about it. It's the waiting. The knowing. Those are the hardest parts. And now I will spend what precious time I have left with my friend before he is gone.
I love you all. Everyone is important to me as you never know who will be gone. There isn't time for saddness, nor anger or hate. Only love and care ... that's all that really matters.