This was the first death I've ever properly experienced in my life, that I am old enough to remember and actually acknowledge what it means. Obviously I realise it doesn't compare to the death of a loved human family member but I do know it hurts a lot. I've tried to keep myself busy all day but every now and again I stop and it comes back to me that my best friend is gone. He was always downstairs if I ever needed a hug or just someone to ramble to and now he's not there anymore and it's so sad. I don't know how to cope with grief because I've never properly experienced it before so I don't know what to do. How long is it acceptable to cry for? Is it weird that I've taken his favourite toy because it still smells like him?
Right now I'm crying again because I'm thinking of him so maybe hte best thing is to try and not think about him but then I feel bad because I should be missing him. When he was alive (wow that is hard to write) I'd always feel bad if I didn't spend a lot of time with him in the week or I didn't take him out for a walk. I'd always make up for it by lying on the sofa with him for hours and hours just reading a book or watching a film. I hate that I'll never do that with him again and I hate how my last memory of him is him in a lot of pain. But then I have so many good memories like him running round our old garden at 100mph, chasing and barking at balls or just taking him for a walk. I hate that I ever got angry at him though, I really regret that because most of the time I'm sure he couldn't help it. So I'm sorry Fly if you can see this up in doggy heaven.
If you have any tips on coping with pets passing away I'd be very grateful.
Thanks for reading
Charlotte
XO
