Just that’s really.
we had to say goodbye to him in August. He was suffering with cancer and it was time. It was incredibly peaceful and myself and DH stroked and kissed him goodbye.
we have two young children who talk about him often in the matter of a fact way children do.
Most of the time I’m fine and I can talk about him with fond memories.
But I have an illness that sometimes has me up in the night and this is when I miss him the most. He would always hear me/sense me being restless and come round to my side of the bed and nudge my hand. I’d get out and come downstairs and sit on the sofa. Despite him weighing nearly 35kg he’d get as close to me as he could-almost sitting on my lap! And we’d just sit in the night together.
The house is quiet now. We return to emptiness. There is no soft jowly face in your hand when you return from being out
The middle of the night is just horrible and lonely now.
Sometimes I miss him so much, I can’t catch my breath. Getting another dog is sadly out of the picture for a few years now but I don’t want another dog-I want mine. I want that happy face who always knew when you needed a cuddle
I know it will get easier and I know saying goodbye was the right thing as he was in pain but I just want one more cuddle with my boy