I’m not a regular poster on here, I mainly just lurk but I need to get this out somehow without traumatising my husband over it again and again.
I am 40 weeks pregnant and this past Friday was my due date. Our dogs were out with their dog walker in the afternoon when we got a call that one of our dogs had run off and he couldn’t be found. This was very out of character for him so my husband drove to the area where they were to help look. Eventually I decided I’d join as well but halfway there I got the call that our dog had been found but he’d been struck by a car. I saw him on the opposite side of the motorway as I drove there in hopes he’d somehow still be alive and that we could still save him. When I got there, our dog walker was hysterical, I was hysterical and my husband just about kept it together for my sake.
I posted in a community group looking for my dog and every single commenter piled onto me about how I shouldn’t have let my dog go with a stranger. I want to make it clear that the dog walker is not a stranger to our dogs. They knew him very well and are submissive to him. We do also walk the dogs ourselves in the morning but I am too heavily pregnant and they are too energetic for me to keep up on my own with them. He had just turned four and we’d had him since he was a puppy. We all love him a lot but I felt like he was my soul dog.
I’m really struggling to get myself to a stable enough place to have this baby and to even look forward to what should be such a happy time in our lives. In a way I don’t want to stabilise because I don’t want to stop thinking about him. I’m scared I won’t be able to enjoy our new baby and I’m scared that I will enjoy her so much that I forget my dog. I have moments where I can fake it long enough that my toddler son doesn’t notice. I feel like I am grieving so loud that my husband isn’t getting enough space to grieve as well. Our other dog doesn’t even seem to notice that someone is missing. Everything reminds us of our precious dog. Genuinely everywhere we look is a trigger because we took our dogs everywhere with us and he was virtually never out of our sight.
If you got this far, thank you. I don’t know what I’m asking for here other than reassurance that at some point the pain will be less sharp. Advice? A hand hold? I’m a mess and I don’t know how to carry on during such a vulnerable time.