My beloved, sweet sweet dog died last week. I knew she was unwell for around 6 weeks before she died and I tried everything I possibly could. The past 6 weeks were incredibly difficult, I feel like I grieved her whilst she was still alive. I'm not sure if it's because of that, or because I know I did everything I could to try and save her, or because maybe I'm somehow suppressing everything but I feel this soft sense of peace about it. I miss her and love her desperately, but I feel peace that she is no longer unwell and isn't suffering. I'm no longer on edge watching her for signs she's deteriorating or waiting for calls from the vets with updates (when she was hospitalised).
I feel ready to get another puppy, to have something new and joyful in my life, something to focus on. My pup was my first and only pet, and I feel like it's a testament to how much she added to my life that I am finding it so lonely without her. I remember the puppy blues well, and would get a different breed and probably a boy to make an obvious distinction between her and the new puppy.
I'm worried people will judge me for it being too soon. Is it too soon? Is it disrespectful to her and her memory, is it callous?