It was a year yesterday that I had to say goodbye to my Spunky baby. She had just turned nine. I still cry when I mention her. Halloween was sad for me because that was her birthday. We always bought her a new stuffed animal. My hubby did a great job of keeping me distracted yesterday.
I think it is harder for me because I am the one who was with her when the vet did what had to be done. I'm the one that saw fear in her eyes when they held her down to shave her leg for the injection. I know I will never be able to forget those moments. I do think of the good times too. She knew which toy was what. Her piggy was her favorite. She loved squeaky toys and to walk. She knew 10 to 15 minutes before my hubby was going to arrive. She would always reposition herself to face the door when he was close by.
I know there are many out there that have lost children and may think I am making a big deal about a dog. I am not able to have any children of my own so Spunky was my baby.
I planted a garden in the backyard next to where she used lay down when she was outside. It is a distraction to look that way not and expect to see her there. It is still a work in progress. I took a few pictures on my phone but not my camera yet. I will try to load them.
We have new fur babies that are keeping us busy. They are so different than Spunky. It was what I wanted. I couldn't bear to have a similar dog. I saw a dog that looked like her the day after we got Ryleigh and Reagan at the pet store. I couldn't help but cry. I will take it as sign that it was ok to get my new babies. We are all still adjusting to each other. They are older and may have had a rough life. They have helped fill the void.
I did hear her the other day. She used to sleep in the entry way at one point or another during the night in the entry way. When she would get up I could hear her tags and her scraping the floor. I heard the same noise. Or maybe I wanted to hear it.