Hi moon_beam,
Thank you so much for your lovely, comforting words.
Nothing can prepare you for this kind of loss. I had been trying for the last couple of years, not because he was sick, just because he was getting older and I had to face the reality that my time with him was dwindling. He slept most of the day, so at night, he would wake me up by pawing gently at my face. Once I was awake, I would rub his belly, kiss his little head, scratch his ears and tell him how much I loved him. Most of the time I would begin to cry, because I knew there would be a time that he wouldn't be waking me up anymore. The love I have for him is unlike any I've ever felt. We share this bond that I haven't even felt with most humans. When he started getting sick, I was in denial... I just knew that I could "love" him well again. I think deep down I knew that his time was borrowed. It doesn't help that the Holidays are approaching. All of our Christmas photos always have him laying in my lap while opening presents, or playing in the wrapping paper. I just can't believe that I'll never spend another Christmas with him.
I have good moments and bad. Times when I think I'm going to be ok, then others when I feel lost, depressed or angry. Anger is hard for me to deal with because I am a lover of peace. I guess more than anything, I worry about him. Was he scared? Is he lonely? Is he happy? I guess if I knew the answers to those questions I would feel better. If he could tell me that he was no longer in pain, that he was happy and watching over me, I could deal so much better.
Thank you for being such a caring, compassionate, understanding soul. Namaste to you moon_beam.