A week ago today Sadie lost her battle with Bone Cancer.
Thursday night she started crying and was unable to get comfortable again. She
would look deep into my eyes and as much as I wanted to deny it, she was ready.
We called the vet and had a few minutes before we had to meet him. We sat on
the floor with her as she gave kisses, sat on laps and got one last belly rub.
When the time came we took her in and I stayed with her, petting her, playing
with her ear and kissing her. I talked very little but she could feel
everything I couldn’t say. I gave her one last kiss before I walked away. When I came home I put all her things away,
crying like I never have for any human.
We still went away for the weekend. It was a long car ride
full of more long cries. I felt so sad, heartbroken, empty and lost. Duste
never knows what to do with me when I am quiet. But I am quiet because it takes
all my energy to use self talk to keep myself from crying. Sadness, pure
sadness is hard for me to put to words. Anger is something I am much more
comfortable with. After several hours on our vacation my grey cloud had lifted
a little and I decided I must get a tattoo. I had never gotten a tattoo before;
as I could not decide on something I would want on my body for the rest of my
life. Duste and I had talked about getting one for each other but something always
stopped me. (They are against the dress code at my work and I see no point in
getting one somewhere no one would see it.) When my Chopper dog died, many
years ago, I thought about getting one then but again talked myself out of it.
This time I was going to do it—screw the rules no one else followed them why
should I. After talking it over with Duste we decided the what/where and we got
in the car and followed the GPS. Hours after talking about it I had my first
tattoo—two dog prints on the inside of my left wrist; in memory of my furbabies
Chopper and Sadie. Since getting the tattoo something unexpected happened, I no
longer felt like crying every minute. I may not be able to have my babies with
me forever but I would have this and that made me feel better. We had a good
rest of vacation and neither of us wanted to come home. I loved the early
morning walks on the beach!
Coming home was hard. The house seems so empty, quiet and
lonely. Everywhere I look I see where she used to be. Getting used to this new
normal is going to be hard. We do want another dog but we will wait. We are
going to wait until after our last vacation this year before we even start our
search. After lots of talks and research we have decided on the BullBoxer as
our new breed. We just love pits but traveling can be more difficult with a pure
pitty so we have decided to go with a mix again. I am exhausted just thinking
about having a puppy again but it will be a new adventure and we will fall in
love all over again.
We really want this one to be more dog friendly so we are
really going to step it up in the socialization and we are going to start the
training early. We learned it is best when the dog knows you are in charge. Maybe
when my heads in a better place we will start the name game….
I am a mother by nature and not having something to take care of is really hard for me.
I did something I have never done after losing someone I
love—I put up pictures. I wanted to see her sweet face again, at the places I
look for her most. We also started looking through pictures; Sadie had one hell
of a life for 12 yrs!
Like I explained it before, I love with walls, with my guard
always up. There are very few I love without fear and my dog is one of them. That
is why it hurt so badly.