But seriously. The last thing that made me seriously cry was seeing a puppy the other day that looked exactly like my dog that I had to put to sleep a few years ago. It blindsided me. She looked just like him, right down to the white toes. I started crying publicly, which I NEVER do. I was embarrassed.
It was like a torrential wave of emotion had come barreling down on me, and there was no way for me to escape or hide from it. I had no time to even try to regain my composure, as I had to go right to work directly afterwards. I thought that I had completely processed it. I don't even think about him that often anymore. However, when I saw a little replica of him, the grief struck me anew. I had raised him from 8 weeks of age.
He was the first pet I ever had to put to sleep. It was a difficult decision, but I still feel it was the right decision.
And that, my lovelies, was the last thing that made this lady cry. Seriously. QueBert, I miss you :(
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