Its me again,
Bo has been gone three weeks today. God I miss him. I wanted, no needed, to write something about him today. I wanted it to be poetic, or funny, something LS members would read and know how much I loved him. But the words won't come tonight. He is in my thoughts many times a day, coming home from work is now the worse part of the day instead of the second best. The best was still the mornings when he and I would share some quiet time before going off to fight our separate battles with life.
I don't have anything of value to add here.
People say it will get better as time passes. I've been around long enough to know thats true, but right now I can't see the light for all of the darkness.
dp

I too find it hard to come home from work to face the fact that my loved one is gone. Work is at least a distraction.

Give yourself time. You will heal enough to enjoy life again, and when the time comes you should let another animal into your life. There are so many animals in need of a good home.

I'm so sorry that you are going through this. Three weeks is such a very short time.

My girl used to come to work with me, and my favourite parts of the work day were walking to and from work with her. Needless to say there is no joy in this activity now.

I'm sure the words to post will come to you in time.

I know so well the feeling of "the words won't come". I went through long periods after Ellie's passing when I could only come here and read the posts. I would want so much to say something, or reply to others who were grieving, but there was a kind of dead numbness in my heart and the words just would not flow.

Coming home, and with dread opening the front door, knowing oh so well that the wonderful familiar greeting and loving little face with whiskers curled forwards and curled up humpy back (pleased to see me) would not be there and instead I would just be faced with an empty hallway. It was the hardest thing of all.

My heart would feel completely hollow and there would be a great sinking feeling when I realised that wonderful welcome was gone for ever.

Slowly, as time passes, I have got used to it. But there are still times when it catches me and my heart wells up again at my loss.

My thoughts are so very much with you.
With love
jilly

Hello Darrell,

Your grief is still so new and you are still in what I call the "disbelief" stage of the healing process. It's impossible at the moment to even imagine a life without your best buddy, Bo. At this point, you shouldn't feel the need to share funny stories of your life with Bo, but I promise you that day will come.

The fact that you come here to speak of your best buddy is testament to just how much he meant to you. I do hope you will post a pic of him someday so we can all see what the special little guy looked like.

And thank you for sending me the email telling me that reading "My tribute to Little Man" has helped you in dealing with your own loss. I'm very honored you took the time to read my story.

___Jim

Darrell,

Don't feel like you need to be funny or poetic to get us to read your posts. EVERY post is important to us all.

That light at the end of your darkness will come. It will be gradual and you may not even realise right away that it's becoming brighter, but the dawn is most definitely on the horizon and Bo is leading you back to the light.

The way I described the first month was "lost". Our babies leave a huge hole in our lives and our homes and we never really know how big that void is until they leave us. You have more grieving to do, Darrell, as most of us do, but you'll get through this. We're always here and Bo is, too.

Hugs,

Pat

Darrell, You did just write something that told us how much you loved your wonderful Bo. With every post I always read the love with every word you write, and in between the lines too. At 3 weeks the pain was horrible for me because I had to admit my Snookie was never coming home. I could no longer pretend she was away some where. It will lessen in time but it still hurts so much.
Ann