Loss
I suck at dealing with it. Last year during November our cat, Pandora, was killed. Earlier in September I had to put down our dog Rose, who had gone completely senile, to the point of not knowing her name, or indeed just about anything except how to eat and poop.
Then yesterday Devereaux, our old man of a dog, died. He'd had a tough time breathing in the morning, but I figured he didn't seem distressed. Then, at noon, he got suddenly worse, and with about 5 minutes he was dying in my arms. At least he was surrounded by his family.
Today it's hard to breath.
A couple of days ago I wrote in one of my friend's journals about understanding how she was feeling about loss. Here comes the rain again.
Then yesterday Devereaux, our old man of a dog, died. He'd had a tough time breathing in the morning, but I figured he didn't seem distressed. Then, at noon, he got suddenly worse, and with about 5 minutes he was dying in my arms. At least he was surrounded by his family.
Today it's hard to breath.
A couple of days ago I wrote in one of my friend's journals about understanding how she was feeling about loss. Here comes the rain again.