My darling little Archie had to be pts 3 weeks ago.
He had battled cancer twice and so well in the last two years but sadly we discovered in July this year that it had returned in his liver and was aggressive.
As a family we were obviously devastated. I know they miss him deeply but dh and the kids have been able to get on with things but Archie was my shadow, my best mate. He was with me almost 24/7 and I just can not get over losing him. I work in 2 hour blocks at a time so he was hardly ever alone, he slept on our bed, came on holidays with us, was hardly ever alone.
When we got him at 6 months old, 10 years ago, I was very low at the time and he really helped me with that.
We would go on 3 walks a day, lots of exercise and fresh air in the countryside helped us both. We met lots of new friends on our walks. And I even rekindled an old friendship as she also has a dog the same age and we would meet up every week.
Since he left, the darkness has come over again. Every inch of my house reminds me of him.
Friends mean well, I know. But so many keep asking when I will get another dog, as though Archie was a worn out pair of shoes I can just replace with new ones. I can not imagine living the rest of my life without a dog as to me they are life but right now the place in my heart is for Archie and him alone.
I wake up heavy hearted, go to bed crying and just feel like I’ve lost a limb. Nothing seems right anymore.
I know I gave him the best life and many poor dogs don’t have that privilege and one day I will open my heart to one (hopefully two) of those less fortune lovelies but right now nothing will help me with this black hole in my life.
He was my shadow, my wingman and now he’s just a box of ashes on my dresser.
How on earth does anyone get over this?