Any kind of loss is hard. Losing people is difficult. Losing floofy friends is difficult as well. I think why it is hard to lose anyone, is that we shared a part of our lives with them. We created memories with them, and now that has stopped.
My first cat, Betsy, was my first pet. She was crabby and did her own thing. When she started getting old, I was still quite young and when she finally did pass away…it was hard.
My first dog, Pretzel, was the bestest dog. She barked at her reflection in the mirror. She irritated Betsy for a little bit of her life. When she passed away, my mom and I were on vacation. I learned that sometimes you can’t be there and…it was hard in its own way.
My next dog, Velvet, was my dads’ dog…but I loved her a lot too. She passed a year after my dad passed away. I really struggled with letting her go because it felt like that was the last bit of my dad. I knew it was selfish to not let her go. I like to think that my dad and she are just hanging out and doing things that they used to do.
My moms’ dog, Oliver, is getting old and I am somewhat preparing for when we need to let him go.
My cat, Stella, is such a butthead. But, she has taught me so many things already.
Cherish the good memories. Find ways to smile. Look forward to new opportunities to be joyful.
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