Losing you is all too much

I have too many dog bowls now.

I have too many collars.

I have too many dog beds.

I have too many blaze orange safety vests.

I have too much room in my house.

I have too many Christmas ornaments.

I have too many signs.

I have too few dogs.

Rest in peace, Rawley. No one could have loved you more than I did.

 

Comments

[Darla]

Christie, I thought Rawley was going to go home with you and start therapy. I thought your anxiety would soon be calmed. I thought he had a good chance of beating this, of forestalling the inevitable loss we suffer in the end. I thought he would be filling the dog bed, the jacket, out running with or away from Tim. That you would have another half-life with him, seven more years. I wish more than anything that what I thought was what would have happened, for you and him. My daughter lost her big beloved dog just before the holidays. Grief defies description.

[Carol Lea Benjamin]

You have to stop making me cry!

[Lee Beck]

awwwww.... so sorry Christie.... they have a way of becoming a big piece of our hearts.... condolences to you...

[Cynthia Eardley]

Crying.

[YesBiscuit!]

I'm very sorry to hear your sad news. Be seeing you, Rawley.