In Memory Of My Baby Boy Gizy, My life stopped... miss you every day :( Options

[Gizy's Mom]

Sunday December 9th 2012 I lost my beautiful little boy Gizy. Two large-breed dogs without the leash attacked him, I tried to protect him by covering him with my body but the injuries he received were too much to handle for his little gentle body.
Gizy was a tiny 17-months old Papillon only 12 pounds. He was the sweetest little boy and the best furry son mommy can wish for. I miss him so much… Every day it is a battle for me to survive without him.
He was my child, my silly little boy who loved me unconditionally and followed me around the house like a little tail.
He was full of energy! He loved to played hide and seek; he loved to steal my socks and make me chase him around the house; he loved cottage cheese and boiled eggs…
He was extremely smart. When we brought him home at the age of 2.5 months he was fully patty trained! The fluffy little ball asked to go outside where the grass was taller than him.
In his dog training school he was the fastest to learn commands and comply with orders. I was such a proud mom!
We did everything together and now I feel like a part of me was taken away… I can’t stop crying.
I keep fresh flowers right next to his little leather couch where I put his photograph and his toys.
I bought a “Name your own Star” package so now there is a beautiful bright star shining in the sky under the name GIZY.
I will be delivering food to the nearest dog shelter, making donations in the name of Gizy…
I don’t know how long it will take for this to get easier… At this time I take it day by day…
I love you Gizy with all my heart and I will miss you forever!
You are the best little baby and I am glad I got to spoil you!
Love,

Mommy

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[moon_beam]

Hi, Gizy's Mom, thank you so much for sharing with us how you're doing. Right now, and for some time yet to come, all you can do is grieve and cry for your beloved Gizy. We live in a physically oriented world governed by the five senses of sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell. Every time our companions touch us, rub against us, lick / kiss us they are literally chemically imprinting themselves onto us so that they can identify us out of the millions of people on this planet. When they precede us to the angels, we literally experience a physical withdrawal from this bonding, and it is very painful - - both physically and emotionally. Clinical professionals recognize that the first year of a grief adjustment journey is very traumatic. Scientific studies prove that the tears we cry are literally healing tears as they literally wash the toxins out of the body that accumulate with the stress of grief. One of our correspondents wrote that our tears are collected by our beloved companions who transform them into diamonds to become a part of our crowns of glory which they will give to us when it is our appropriate time to join them in eternal joy. Diamonds are precious jewels that reflect the prism of eternal love we share with our beloved companions. So go ahead and cry, Gizy's Mom. I promise you one day when you least expect it you will find yourself thinking of your beloved Gizy and you will find yourself smiling - - truly smiling - - and your heart will once again feel warmed by the treasured memories you and your beloved Gizy share - - even though there may still be a mist come to your eyes. I promise you, Gizy's Mom, one day in your own time the deep crushing seering pain of sorrow will not be quite so intense.

I hope today is treating you kindly, Gizy's Mom, and that you will have a peaceful evening blessed with your beloved Gizy's sweet Living Spirit to comfort you. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, and please let us know how you're doing.

Peace and blessings,
moon_beam