July 1987 —- May 29 2001
Terri- poo
My best friend died yesterday at 1:00 p.m. May 29 2001.
I sit here searching for something – I don’t know what but something to fill
this empty feeling I have inside me right now.
The house is so cold and empty without him. He was my very first dog
and I am now 44 years old but nothing will ever replace him in my life.
My parents both died within the last year and this is just as hard as losing them.
I’m glad there is somewhere where I can acknowledge his death.
Dogs don’t have funerals. They just go away. It’s not fair.
We buried Shadow last night in the back yard so in a way he is still close.
I have cried for almost 24 hours for him and nothing gets any better.
He was such a timid little terri-poo dog. Always listened quiet
and very loving.
I miss him standing beside the couch waiting for my hand to
come down and scratch his back or just a pet or two.
Tonight was the first night I had to come home from work and he
was not there to greet me. His heart was failing the last year
of his life as did my mother’s four months ago.
I didn’t know how serious it was when I dropped him off at the
Vet Clinic yesterday morning. I wish I would have known and I could
have stayed with him and held him when he took his last breath.
I really miss that – I feel like I betrayed him by leaving him
all alone on that cold table with those strangers.
He always shook a mile away when he knew we were going there.
His most horrible spot and he had to die there all alone.
I loved my Shadow so much….
Diane
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