Wrigleys Gone Options

[Wrigley's Mom]

I have tried to write in here at least three times. I end up sobbing because my heart is broken. My dog, Wrigley, died 12-27-16. I have cried every day since then. I am obsessed with looking at his pictures. I look around my house and all I see is his favorite spots to sit and hang out.
I keep thinking about how unfair it is and how he must of thought I betrayed him. I prayed so hard that God would just let him die in his sleep so that I wouldn't have to do what I did.
I have ptsd and Wrigley was my emotional support dog. I could do things with him that I couldn't do alone. I am not a very trusting person and didn't like being around a lot of people. Wrigley, on the other hand, loved people and they loved him.
People would just naturally talk when he was around.
I got him from the shelter and he was so happy that he would just roll in the grass and get all tangled in his leash. Seeing that, how could I ever give him back even when he chewed up my queen size mattress, the leather pockets on a pool table, and my brand new shoes that first week.
He was with me all the time after that helping me watch children in my daycare. They loved watching him go down the slide and laying on him during story time. He was with me through a divorce and a foreclosure. He was my big baby who would sit on my lap even though he was 80 pounds.
I knew this day was coming. He had gone blind months ago and was getting confused. They tried different medicines and they made him miserable. He would cry so I stopped them all and he was happier. He stopped eating and drinking because his nose became encrusted. They cleaned it out and it came back again. They cleaned it again but she said it looked like it could be a tumor causing pressure behind his eye. He actually looked happy after they cleaned it. I didn't take him home. My son was with me and said he was suffering and we should just do it then. After weeks of my son and I crying, I agreed. My dog struggled to get down the stairs to our apartment. I just want one more day. I love you, Wrigs.

[moon_beam]

Hi, Wrigley's Mom, thank you so much for sharing with us how you're doing. This grief journey is both a physical and emotional adjustment to the physical absence of your beloved Wrigley which is one of the many reasons why this grief journey is so very painful.

It is important that your son understands that grieving the physical loss of a beloved companion is an individual process, and hopefully will respect your feelings in not wanting to embrace a new companion at this time. Hopefully fostering a homeless waif will provide the both of you the healing time you need until YOU feel ready to open your heart and home to a new forever companion. Rest assured that whenever this time comes your beloved Wrigley will guide your path to that moment in time when you will see a precious soul and will know beyond all shadow of a doubt that he / she is the "right one" for you.

I hope today is treating you kindly, Wrigley's Mom, and that you will have a peaceful evening blessed with your beloved Wrigley'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