I'm Still Around, Abby's Passing Options

[Abby's Mommy]

I do not wish to share this post.

[Ann H]

I am so sorry that you have been sick and dealing with your dad being sick and your daughter being at odds with you. Maybe your daughter is a little bit jealous of the attention you always gave to Abby.

Now and then when my kids were younger they used to complain that they thought I loved my girl better than I did them. I told them that was not true but now that they were older they did not want the hugs and kisses and the constant affection I had in my heart to give.

I think a lot of people feel it is not natural that we love our fur babies they way we do. Like my dad said after Snookie died that she was only a dog and he chewed me out because I was still crying after 3 days. Dad said she was not a human and to quit acting like she was. He said that 3 days was more than long enough time to get over it and go on with my life and on and on he carried.

I read this poem 34 years ago when I was 17 I don't know who wrote it but it has stayed in my mind forever:

The knife's sharp cut can be endured
it's ugly gash in time is cured.
But bitter words when they over flow
inflict a deep unhealing blow.

I have always tried to live by that poem and I usually very carefully think out my words before I say things to anyone. There is no way we can take back the words that come out of our mouth. We all need to be so careful with the words we speak that might cut someone in to.

You know the saying about hurting the ones we love the most. Now I don't know if my dad and your daughter was just trying to make us see that we need to start healing and that life does go on whether we like it or not or if they are just mean spirited and wanted to hurt us.

Who knows maybe it is their warped way of saying we will be alright, but it still hurts when they act like the life of our babies didn't have much meaning. Maybe that's why animals have been so important to me they love and protect you and don't hurt you. I know how hurtful humans can be.
Love, Ann