My big, sweet girl
I'm working through my stages of grief at the moment, dragging my ass about going to work, the first day with Honey and no big dog may be the hardest.
I'm so lucky. Lucky to have had her as long as I did, with the people around me that loved her, despite her smell and jaw juice. I'm lucky that Mr. C is as patient with me as he is, supportive and understanding is not something all dudes are good at. Mr. B shined as a friend champion this weekend too. I asked him if he'd help dig her grave, and he took the task-starting Friday night-in it's entirety. He put her blankets down in the bottom, got in the hole and lifted her down, put a feather pillow under her head and tucked her in with another blanket. He got out and hugged me and sobbed a bit. I know how hard that was for him and I'm so grateful to him for him doing it.
I know the time was right, but I can't stop how much I miss her. We were together almost every day for the last 10 years. I thought nothing could be worse than loosing my horse but I'm not sure this isn't. There's such an awful void, I think Honey feels it too, she's sticking pretty close.
I keep looking for her, and thinking I see her out of the corner of my eye.
I'd be ok if that quit happening fairly soon.