It was a good day, but everything felt strange. I keep expecting to need to do something for or with Smokie, but she's not here and no longer needs me. Little things remind me of her, like the thunder tonight (which she hated), her collar, or the tree she loved to lie beneath. I keep expecting to need to say "Look out" before I open the fridge as she always laid in front of it. She's not there.
I've lost other pets (all much younger), but this one seems to be hitting me harder than the rest. Maybe it's my age or the fact that I am not as able to occupy my thoughts as before when my son was little and life was super busy? I don't know. Maybe I am just having a hard time reconciling my feelings with the fact that she was a dog not a human. My grief is stronger than I imagined it could be.
My Secret Sister sent me a condolence e-card tonight that had this verse on it.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (New International Version)
The God of All Comfort
3Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
What a sweet verse and very helpful.
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I just left a comment -- where did it go?
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Some pets we love more than others. My Georgie Dawg (Yellow Lab) died over 10 years ago and sometimes I miss him still. He wasn't just a dog, he was my best friend.
Sorry your first comment disappeared. Thank you for the kind words. Much appreciated.
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