I was so proud of myself because it seemed that I was beginning to manage my grief--at least the crying part. In the past two days I was able to talk to people about Morgan "Stinky Wink" without crying. The truth is that we should neverbe proud of ourselves for any reason. It's true that "pride goes before a fall." My wife had gone to bed early last night because Wednesdays are her "long" days. I was finishing the book Soul of a Dog by Jon Katz, a really good book. I was sitting at the kitchen island. I came to the line: The soul of a dog is its faithfulness, its friendship, its comfort. The faithfulness, friendship and comfort that Stinky Wink willingly gave me, especially the past five years, wrapped around me like giant comforting arms, and I wept profusely. I could read the same line this morning without the tears. Maybe it was the blaring realization that he is still with me in so many ways that took me by surprise. I feel a bit more settled today, as my grief management takes another small step.
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Funny how this seems to work! There are days were I'm okay with the passing of Rugby and then that 'trigger' kicks in and I'm back to square one. My wife brought home a passage that she got from one of her customer. Basically it gave the ten commandment of owning a dog, Well the last commandment reads as follows: 10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say "I can't bear to watch", or Let it happen in my absence" Everything is easier for me if your there. Remember that I love you. Well that line was the 'trigger' that brought the tears back!
A little back ground on Rugby. He was found to a have an auto immune disease some five or six years back. We actually thought we were going to lose him then. He recovered some how and was doing well. Unfortunately right before we were to go on vacation Rugby had a relapse. I came home one day and he came to the door like he always did but collapsed right in front of me. I rushed him to the vet were they did tests only to find his blood levels had dropped to a critical level. We then rushed him to the emergency hospital. This was two days before we were scheduled to go see my daughter on vacation. She had just gotten a professorship at Penn State and had bought a home and moved there from Orlando, Florida. After talking to the vet he thought that Rugby would be okay and that we should go on the trip. So we did . Well Rugby never got better and after two tranfusions his levels kept dropping. I knew it was time! They say that this would be the hardest decision to make but it really wasn't. I knew he was not going to get better and like you said before I had to let him go!
Every day I deal with the guilt of not being with him at the end, I think to myself that maybe if I were there with him he would have gotten better. How at the end he was there all alone wondering where we were and why we had abandoned him. He loved me so! I went to see him the day before we were to leave. I put him up on the bench with his head in my lap and just petted him for hours. How was I to know that this would be the last time that I would ever see him. It gets better as time passes but it still there and may always be there.
Thank you for your blogs they have helped with deal with the passing of Rugby
Remember that it's always OK to cry. Always. You never have to be ashamed of that. I have cried harder at the loss of my animals then I have at most of my relatives. I am glad that you know that he is always with you...I still feel Dillon sometimes. Periodically I get little hints that he is in a happier place. Just weird things that happen that can't be explained. I have no doubt that there is a God, and there is a Rainbow Bridge, and we will all be together again.
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