forgive me, a backdated entry.
My dog, Delilah, passed away on this day (and as close to the time as I can get it). I am beyond heartbroken.
She was around 15 years old. I’ve got so many happy memories with her it’s hard to walk around the house and not think of her. I think it’s harder for me in the mornings, when I used to toss her a piece of a dog treat so she would let me leave and but she would just stand there and bark at me anyway. It’s hard all the time really, I can’t stop thinking I see her or hear her barking somewhere.
I don’t now how it’s going to be come spring and she isn’t sleeping in front of that bay window anymore (and killing all those plans my mom has up there). Gus has been breaking my heart too, he seems so lonely now without her. Without them hunting this spring, we’re going to have a lot more rabbits.
I got to say goodbye, which is more than I’ve been able to do for the rest of the dog’s I’ve lost. So why does this feel so much worse?
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