A death in the family
8 years ago
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On May 18th 2017, my dog Tara passed away. She was 13 years old.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2064569/
I can't put into words how this feels. I can't even describe her in a way that feels even close to fitting. Been trying to for a month now, and this is as close as I've gotten.
And typing through tears is difficult.
I wish I could describe her here. Every single person who ever met her commented on that brilliant, wonderful, intelligent personality of hers.
It still rips and tears every time I round a corner in the house, and she's not there. Every day it seems I think I hear her howl for a walk, or wonder why she hasn't yet.
What made this so hard to type out... Was how, final it makes everything.
This hurts, and I miss her so very, very much.
...
She'll be in my heart for the rest of my days.
She was a Good Dog.
...
When you see your critters next, give 'em a hug for me, and tell 'em how much they mean to you.
~Windpaw
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2064569/
I can't put into words how this feels. I can't even describe her in a way that feels even close to fitting. Been trying to for a month now, and this is as close as I've gotten.
And typing through tears is difficult.
I wish I could describe her here. Every single person who ever met her commented on that brilliant, wonderful, intelligent personality of hers.
It still rips and tears every time I round a corner in the house, and she's not there. Every day it seems I think I hear her howl for a walk, or wonder why she hasn't yet.
What made this so hard to type out... Was how, final it makes everything.
This hurts, and I miss her so very, very much.
...
She'll be in my heart for the rest of my days.
She was a Good Dog.
...
When you see your critters next, give 'em a hug for me, and tell 'em how much they mean to you.
~Windpaw
*Hugs*
I'm sure you understand exactly what I'm saying when I talk about how unbelievably sweet she was. She actually raised two of my three cats, both of whom are a little special. Like, short-bus special. Every time my cat Peter does something like sit beside my chair and beg for scraps of food, or run to the front door and meow when my mail comes, it breaks my heart a little bit. I love them, but I don't think I would as much if they didn't remind me of her, and somehow that makes me feel even more guilty.