Hi everyone,
It's Geese again, and I just want to say that tomorrow will be 2 weeks that my best man has been gone. I cried again today thinking about all of his silly things he did, and the things I am grateful I can always remember and never forget.
I feel a little better than I did 2 weeks ago, but 2 weeks ago he was still lying here with me as I held his limp little paw in my hand in hopes that the next day the inevitable was not going to happen... 2 weeks ago I could still hold on to my baby, even though I knew his heart was breaking to not be able to return my affection.
This is one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with. My special man is gone, forever. I miss him every day, I think about his beautiful soul all the time, and I cherish the memories he has left me.
I really think that time does heal all wounds, and the pain and anger does lift. It's still hard to accept, but death is a part of living. If you at least had a beautiful life, whether is was short or long, it's better than having to live with no love at all.
Unconditional love is the best kind to have, and to give. God bless our little friends who give us so much, so much that no words could ever explain.
Sorry, I'm venting again, but I am trying to heal.. and all you people that listen help so much.