An Unthinkable Loss Cuts Deep
Happy thoughts are our favorite thing.
No one wants to think of the day when they will have to say good-bye to a faithful companion, and friend. Honestly, the loss of a fur friend/family member sometimes causes unexpected agony of the worst kind. We are haunted by their absence. We continue on to think of getting them a toy, a treat, or taking them for a walk–only to remember they are no longer there.
They comforted us. They kept our secrets. They loved us when we were not so lovely. They shared our moments, and doted on our every move. Sometimes this was to our chagrin; this is especially true when they destroyed something due to separation-anxiety.
We receive a number of messages from folks who are facing a loss. Some know it is on the horizon, and coming their way at lightening speed. Others have returned from making a decision they would have preferred to never have had to face. Then there are those caught short in the blink of an eye who saw their beloved Weimaraner pass over the rainbow bridge.
No matter how the good-bye happens, it is not easy. Such was the case of a person whom we will call Devastated. We recently received a note from them during one of their darkest hours.
Please read on, but first grab yourself a tissue….
Please share this with your clients. The importance of good voice control, especially with “heel” and “down” are critical, even in places you think are safe. It only took one instance of stubbornness and one frustrated electrician driving too fast down your private lane for disaster to strike. Earlier today we lost my best friend, Boomer. To say I am devastated is an understatement. It doesn’t seem real, and I desperately wish that it wasn’t. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to face tomorrow without my Boo but wanted to share this just in case one person gets the message, and it saves them from this unbearable pain.
Please know that I loved Boomer more than anything and really don’t know what I’m going to do without his warm breath in the morning, the weight of his head on my lap, his gentle pawing to let me know it’s time to go for a walk, and countless other little things. He truly was my best friend.
No one is Immune
we God there time of need; we know loss.