People respond with ‘really??’ when I say this but I am still very much mourning the loss of my lovely 10 year old Norfolk Terrier who had to leave his place from my side 2 years ago.
He was my shadow, my bestest mate. He was the most gentle dog and everyone loved him. He helped me get through a very dark time with depression (which has since returned). We would go for long hikes in the countryside and meet other dogs and their owners and have snuggles on the sofa. When my daughter was little every Christmas she would make him a special tinsel collar which he’d proudly wear all day long and he would relish his own Xmas dinner. Every Monday my lovely (and since departed) mil would make him his own plate of roast dinner when we visited. Everyone loved him.
We have since got another dog, a rescue and although I love him dearly he’s been a lot of hard work but we are slowly getting there with him and he’s a lovely companion but I’ll never get over losing my Archie, I just feel it. People say ‘It’s just a dog’ even some of those with dogs tell me that but not to me, Arch was a one in a million.
I’m currently laid up feeling sorry for myself with Covid and silently weeping (not helping the spongy eyes and blocked nose 🙄) because he would have and should still be snuggled besides me, as he no doubt would have done but that wretched cancer took him. I was hoping he’d live to be an old boy with bandy legs and a pure white beard but it wasn’t to be but 10 years wasn’t enough, we had plans me and him - more holidays, more dips in the sea and cheeky little slivers of dinner given to him under the table whilst he waited patiently.
I know there’s nothing I can do about it but his absence really has left a hole in my soul.