Exactly a year ago, wrestling season, mock trial season, the start of COVID, life felt bizarre at that time. I was missing so many events that were so important to me. I just wanted to feel fine again. I remember being so sick all of January with a really bad respiratory infection, I was so sick, I had a fever for weeks upon weeks. I missed so many mock trial practices, I missed out on my favorite matches. I felt as if I couldn't control anything going on around me. I was piled on with stress. After countless hours of trying to catch up on school, I finally went to bed after being physically and mentally drained. The next morning at 9:00am my dad came into my room to let me know my dog had passed away. I refused to believe it. I was in shock. With everything going on at that time and my health being at an all-time low, that was the last thing I wanted to hear. I sat in my bed for hours, which felt like somber days. I finally had the courage to walk down, and see his cold, lifeless body downstairs. It was completely unreal to me that his twinkling eyes and his warm snuggly body were just lifeless when less than 12 hours they were so vibrant and lively.
The reason why his death took such a toll on my life is that he was there for every big moment in life. I remember when I was just a young girl we picked him out from the shelter. He was the quietest dog there and the most fluffy one too. His fur was as puffy as the clouds on a beautiful summer day. His eyes begged for attention and love. We knew he was the one. From that day on he was my family's beloved dog. He grew up to see me graduate from pre-school. He was there when I first started riding my bike, he was there when I first started high school, and he made it to sophomore year. His presence always made me smile. It breaks my heart to see all my friends with their dogs and I miss my dog so dearly. I miss when I had stressful days and he just made me feel so relieved. I especially miss having my dog come to me with all of his love and his snuggly little self. He lived a wonderful 15 years. He was loved beyond words. Yes, a full year has passed but my love will always be there for my precious dog. He was so special to me and my family. I miss him every day, I hope he knows he will never be replaced. 
Aww Gabby, as I started reading this, my eyes filled with tears. I am so sorry for your loss, and I can't even imagine how hard that must have been for you, especially with so much other stuff happening all at once. Pets play such a big role in our lives whether it is just there for comfort or to bring a smile to our face during the hard times. I am sure your dog is still watching you from above and very proud of who you are becoming.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the loss of your pup. This year has just been so brutal in so many ways, and made all the worse by losing one of the few steadfast joys like a supportive pet.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely heartbreaking. :( I have never lost a pet, so I can only imagine how difficult this time was for you. The few times I saw your dog, he was always so sweet and full of happiness. I never want to think about the day when my dog, Cooper, won't be here with me anymore; tears instantly come to my eyes!
ReplyDeleteThe loss of a loved family member is very tragic. That is what beloved pet is, a family member. Many of my pets live only in my memories, but I am happy that I had their company as long as I did. I offer you my sincere condolences.
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