I looked at the calendar this morning and realized it has been 1 month since I had to say goodbye to my "little man" Snoops. Such changes in my world since then .... we now have two beautiful little four legged bundles of joy named Rosemary and Basil who have managed to fill up the empty spaces on our house.
I still miss my little guy horribly and still cry pretty much daily (now included). It's hard to believe that so much time has passed and at the same time so little time ... I still see him everywhere I go and I still wish I could hug him one last time ... even though I got to say goodbye it still isn't enough ... guess nothing ever is. However, I do find myself growing content with the decision we had to make ... the guilt is starting to go a bit and I no longer feel to apologize to him all time. This is partly because of a dream I had about him a week ago ... he was healthy and happy and seemed content. I took this to mean that he was no longer in pain and disoriented. Has anyone else had similar dreams about their pets who have gone? I found some comfort in the one I had ... but I would still give up everything to have him back ...
Anyhow, thanks for listening ...