I miss you, Paco.
I don't know how to say this, but when you died, things got a little easier, in the sense that I didn't have to worry about giving you your pills, and what time I had to be home at etc. That being said, I would have dealt with your illness until the day I died, if it meant that I got to spend my life with you.
I just got an email back from Dr. Berkshire, the doctor who helped you go peacefully. He put your photo up in the 'Memorials' section on his website. While I liked receiving the email, and being reminded of you, it made me miss things that I didn't know I missed, such as taking care of you. You needed me, Paco and I needed you. I'd give you your heart medication and you would make sure that I had all the love that I needed.
I looked online, at senior dogs that were available to be adopted. It made me sad, because I don't want to feel like I'm replacing you, but it also made me realize how much I miss what we had, even if you were sick. We had our routine, and you were the most important part of that. Life is just easy now; the dogs get by just fine on their own. I'm not saying I need the stress of having a sick dog, rather just babbling on about how special the bond we had was. We had gotten so close, as everything was about you. You were always important, and so were your brothers, but when you got sick, everything had to change. I stopped my life for you, stopped spending time away from the house, didn't go on trips and so on. It was hard, but you were so worth it.
Anyway, I could sit here and talk to you forever, even though in reality, it's just me talking to myself. I miss you, and I miss Chico. Things will never be like they were and that's the hardest thing to accept.
I love you, little buddy.
I don't know how to say this, but when you died, things got a little easier, in the sense that I didn't have to worry about giving you your pills, and what time I had to be home at etc. That being said, I would have dealt with your illness until the day I died, if it meant that I got to spend my life with you.
I just got an email back from Dr. Berkshire, the doctor who helped you go peacefully. He put your photo up in the 'Memorials' section on his website. While I liked receiving the email, and being reminded of you, it made me miss things that I didn't know I missed, such as taking care of you. You needed me, Paco and I needed you. I'd give you your heart medication and you would make sure that I had all the love that I needed.
I looked online, at senior dogs that were available to be adopted. It made me sad, because I don't want to feel like I'm replacing you, but it also made me realize how much I miss what we had, even if you were sick. We had our routine, and you were the most important part of that. Life is just easy now; the dogs get by just fine on their own. I'm not saying I need the stress of having a sick dog, rather just babbling on about how special the bond we had was. We had gotten so close, as everything was about you. You were always important, and so were your brothers, but when you got sick, everything had to change. I stopped my life for you, stopped spending time away from the house, didn't go on trips and so on. It was hard, but you were so worth it.
Anyway, I could sit here and talk to you forever, even though in reality, it's just me talking to myself. I miss you, and I miss Chico. Things will never be like they were and that's the hardest thing to accept.
I love you, little buddy.