I had to say goodbye to my sweet 16 year old boy on February 25th, and I'm completely lost.
He and I lived on our own together, and because of his separation anxiety we spent every minute of every day in one another's company. For 7 years I went nowhere without him, and now he's nowhere to be found.
I know logically what happened, but my body keeps looking for him. I keep calling out for him before I realise what I'm doing, and picking up his collar on autopilot before I go out. Leaving the house without him, I feel unmoored and dizzy, like there's nothing holding me to the ground. My entire day has stopped making sense; we went out for little wanders 5 times a day, and it shaped my whole schedule. And now, nothing.
Every day is another day further away from our time together, and so every morning feels like another loss, or like I'm actively walking away from him.
People keep telling me things that I know are meant to be comforting, like "He'll always be with you in your heart", and it just makes me furious. He's not in my heart. He's dead – and he's gone, and I let someone carry his body away from me on his own, when he was never alone before, and they burned his beautiful body that I loved so much, and now his ashes are in a little box in my house, and I can't pretend otherwise.
Or they say "Time will heal everything" – which just sounds like "You'll feel better at some point" – but the problem isn't that I feel bad, the problem is that he's gone. And time won't fix that. I know they have the best intentions and are only trying to help, and I genuinely appreciate that they're trying, but I just can't lean into these trite little sayings and niceties that deny the reality of what's happened.
As a big dog, he lived so much longer than anyone believed he would, and his illness at the end was short (less than a week). He passed at home, in my arms, peacefully and before any real suffering kicked in. I'm so proud of our magical little life together and I'm so proud that I kept my promise to him, and gave him the final gift of a calm end with his dignity intact. But now I have to go on without him and I hate it.
I don't even really know what I'm posting here for. I don't think I even have a question, I'm just sadder than I've ever been before, and angry, and lost.