The loss of a Friend

On the 25th of November my dog Max passed away. And! Before you all being- I know, I know what you’re going to say:

“But it’s just a dog!”

“Just get a new one.”

“You should have gotten a cat, they live longer.”

To all of that I have to respectfully answer that it’s quite rude of you to say those things to people. And, I’m severely allergic to cats.

I guess that’s the main reason I kind of died on my blog for 2-3 weeks. Quite simply, I was grieving. If you’ve never had a pet that you were really close with, you might not comprehend. But to the rest of you, god do I understand all of you.

Words for once, escaped me. I couldn’t hear people talk of him or I got teared up. I saw him in places where he would lay to sleep. I just couldn’t even lie in my bed without wanting to cry.

The realization that my pet, the one that I grew up with, the one who’s hugs rid my anxiety for a moment, but the one who took care of me and the one who I took care of; was gone.

And, that’s probably a lot of poor grammar happening over here but I simply can’t see my keyboard due to my tears so why don’t you just bare with me.

I just want to say that it’s okay. He was almost 11 years old, and he mattered to me more than life itself. But, it’s okay that he’s gone. He had a wonderful life and I will cherish those moments with me forever.

To those of you going through the same thing, googling “how to deal with the loss of a dog.” I get you, and you’re going to be okay.

But no, it won’t probably ever stop hurting.

Yet, you’ll get better at dealing.

(Yes I know this isn't what I usually post but fuck it, it had to be said.)