Hi all,
I’m going to have to take a bit of time off to grieve.
My beloved Dog Pepper had to be put to sleep Yesterday, only a day after we found out she had advanced stage bowel cancer. (the irony is not lost on me).
She was such a fighter, I mean that in the literal sense she was at times very hostile, but it was that temperament that enabled her to live as long as she did.
She was obsessed with me, my shadow, my biggest cheerleader and borderline stalker. The world is a lesser place without her and my house is as empty as my heart feels now.
I’m so sad that she won’t be able to come on the two holidays we booked specifically for her. I’m also sad that I now have to go stay in a caravan in Wales. ;)
My heart is broken. My guts ache.
She was my little angel, in a world that considered her a little devil.
To me she was perfect, imperfections and all.
Grief isn’t guided by what you lose, only by the love you felt.
There are two things keeping me going right now.
I’m so glad I completed and passed my dog grooming course, which meant I saved Pepper the stress of going to the groomers, she wasn’t a fan. And in her hour of need I was able to save her pain and allowed her to keep her dignity. Something I dearly wish we could do for humans.