Well, it's been a "ruff" two weeks if I do say so myself. Last night I finally mustered up the courage to pick up Cowboy's food bowls and wash them and put them up, but I couldn't find the strength to remove the two little rugs that I had for him to sit on while he ate. Just now I received the call from the vet that his ashes are ready to be picked up and it felt like my world was crashing down all over again. I've been reading quite a few posts about all of the other Corgi's here and they have helped cheer me up a considerable amount. I know that there is realistically no set time for a person to get over these types of things, but some days I wish there was a pill made for heartbreak. A "take one of these and you'll feel better in the morning" kind of things.
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