How Do You Stop Crying?, Recent Loss Options

[Countrygirl]

I am Tina,
I was fortunate enough to speng 8 short years with my best pal BooBear. The very first night I took him home, (he had been abbandoned on a vets door) he fell right to sleep on my chest. Anytime I was upset he was there. He would greet me at the door everyday. He had to be put to sleep.

He had diabetes for one but lost control of his bowels and bladder so I believe there was more they had not found. The last day he kept hidding under the sofa something he would never do....just to nosey. When I would hold he he would latch on like he was off balance. I went to brush he with the softest brush and even that seemed to cause him pain. I made the decision but I can't sto[ second guessing myself and I can't stop crying. I come home to an empty house and an even emptier heart. I never thought it could hurt this much. I used yo yell him we would grow old together. That didn't happen and now it is just so hard. I was glad when I found this site, even though my family grieves with me they really can't feel the everyday loss. Thanks for letting me pour out my heart...I don't know what else to do with it.

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[sky]

hello I truly hope you are healing a little bit at a time.....my heart goes out to you ,my chowchow was my life 19teen years and im just devasted she was my heart and i was hers.I HAVE A 18TH MONTH old son who makes me want to wakeup and live life thankgod my son ! I am a single mom and that was my family rainbear my chowchow and my son ---I was peaceful ,now its a empyness. a heartache like no other .i will never be the same. we also had bond/promise we would grow old together she kept hers my god shhe truly did .she went to sleep when i knew she could no longer hear and went blind ten yrs prior and did amazing yet when her hearing went i did not want her to feel one ounce of unhappiness. the guilt is eating at me and i give anything to smell hear hold her even if it eas for 2 seconds.

[Countrygirl]

hello I truly hope you are healing a little bit at a time.....my heart goes out to you ,my chowchow was my life 19teen years and im just devasted she was my heart and i was hers.I HAVE A 18TH MONTH old son who makes me want to wakeup and live life thankgod my son ! I am a single mom and that was my family rainbear my chowchow and my son ---I was peaceful ,now its a empyness. a heartache like no other .i will never be the same. we also had bond/promise we would grow old together she kept hers my god shhe truly did .she went to sleep when i knew she could no longer hear and went blind ten yrs prior and did amazing yet when her hearing went i did not want her to feel one ounce of unhappiness. the guilt is eating at me and i give anything to smell hear hold her even if it eas for 2 seconds.

I am sorry for your loss, yes it is getting better..but there are time it just comes over like a wave, mostly a night when it is so quiet. You should not have any guilt...it sounds like rainbear had a good life and that is what you have to remember. When I picked up BooBear's ashes thay included some poem's one was the rainbow bridge which I love here are the other two...They really helped me...My prayers are with you...Tina

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.


"I Loved You Best" - Poem
I Loved You Best
-Jim Willis 2002

So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.