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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 10 Joined: 6-March 09 Member No.: 5,590 ![]() |
Since I work from home and own a pet sitting/dog walking business, my girl was with me 24/7 for the last 9 years. I fostered her, she was a very sad soul at first, neglected abused 1st 3 yrs of life. I ended up keeping her and loved her so much I wrapped my entire life around getting her out to run for hours each day and then when she became ill last Fall, all I did was work on keeping her happy, nothing else mattered.
I had to have her euthanized a little over a month ago. I wanted to die with her. It was the worse pain I have ever gone through in my life. During the first two weeks I literally could not stay in my own skin in the house alone...had to avoid the bone chilling absence of her presence. After the third week I began trying to rebuild my business and kept distracted that way. Has anyone ever suddenly felt like dying again six weeks later? I thought after the third week Iwas getting better and able to work - concentrate on something besides the pain and emptiness. Suddenly, this weekend, I just feel like she's gotta be here with me as before or else I cannot function again. It's like the importance of life is gone. If she is not here, I'm in a pit and nothing can ever be right. Like I tried to function thru the loss and failed. Has anyone else thought they saw the light at the end of the tunnel and then suddenly it's gone. Just a dream that I could go on living. Suddenly, 6 weeks later I cannot go on like this unless distracted by a movie or by talking to people. Thought things would get easier, but instead it's suddenly worse. Thanks for any input. |
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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 650 Joined: 8-July 08 From: Mass Member No.: 4,838 ![]() |
Hi Kanecutter, Sorry for the loss of your friend. Yes the days for me are up and down too. Just when I think I've made a breakthru, BAM!.Tears again. It's been over 40 weeks for me and in that time frame I think I haven't cried maybe 3 or 4 days at the most. Every day I feel it. It takes time, lots of it. Some days I love looking at his picts and other days hate it. I started listening to music again a few weeks ago, and planning a weekend trip at the end of the month. We move on, like Sissycat saids, we have to. In time the pain subsides, but we never forget our babies, they are always with us..Hugs...Ann
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