I know that you have carried this distressing memory of Oscar’s last day for so long. I’m glad that you can finally write about it. It must have been very painful to write. It’s raw and it’s honest.
Oscar absolutely knew just how much he was loved. It’s hard to believe he is gone two years.
I'm so sorry. Mine is 17. Won't be much longer. Your piece made me cry.
Oh. The pain of anticipation. Please find joy in the time you have x
Oh Gita.
I read this with tears in my eyes and finished it crying.
I DO know the heartbreak that comes with letting a dog into our lives and loving it, heart and soul.
I too, still carry my beloved dogs, Carys and Sadie in my heart every day, though they are long gone across the bridge.
Here’s to our memories of all the dogs that have gone before us and wait for us somewhere out there.
Your description of Oscar’s last day is so very poignant and loving.
He definitely knew he was loved.
Thank you Rosie. He taught me about dogs. That’s quite a gift. x
What a horrible loss Gita. There is no loss like this.
There isn’t, no. X
I know that you have carried this distressing memory of Oscar’s last day for so long. I’m glad that you can finally write about it. It must have been very painful to write. It’s raw and it’s honest.
Oscar absolutely knew just how much he was loved. It’s hard to believe he is gone two years.
And you’re right. There is no grief like it.
This must bring up some still-raw memories for you. I’m hoping that time is bringing comfort to you. X