He's right. (@
gunnyboy) Sometimes, it really does take a long long time to get past the "an-elephant-is-sitting-on-my-chest" part. When I lost my Mable, I'd never, ever felt a pain so great. I'm an urban farmer right? I've had a gazillion pets over the years; cats, dogs, iguanas, parrots..... but Mable and I had been through so much together and I credit HER ALONE with getting me through it. How could this loss not hurt forever? I couldn't imagine
not crying when I said her name. I thought, "Now I know what love is. I'm almost fifty years old and I'm just now learning this?" But the truth is, I've felt that way many, many times and the last one always seems like the worst. Mable died on Xmas day and in the months following, just THINKING about her made me cry - and believe me, I'm an old tattoo'd biker chick....hard as nails.....I thought I would die of grief.
And then, slowly.....surely.....day by day....week by week....month by month...it really did get better and then I was able to think about the POSSIBILITY of a new dog in my life. Getting Bea was a godsend toward healing and I am grateful you have Lilly to help you through this. Your relationship with her will be all the more important to you because she is there for you during this time.
Those folks that say, "It's just a dog...".... I don't know any of those people. I really don't. Because the minute something like that comes out of a mouth, I'm already walking away. I think, "It's just a dog, huh? Well, you're just a dumbsh*t. Good luck with that."
Hang in there, buddy.