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OK, hey.. I love all of you for being here. My Cheeks loved going camping at the beach, and swimming with me. She was a little waterbug as I am. She and Badger (her "husband) had two litters. The first gave us our Collar[flower] and the second was my little ThunderMutt. When I wake in the morning I blow my nose and she always wanted to grab my tissue, that was her "thing". It hurts now to just put a tissue on the table and not have her grab it. Isn't that silly? I have now read the messages from you and though it made me cry, it's a good cry. I may even watch BABE. I know that will make me cry too (the momma looks like my Cheeky One) but that's going to be a good cry too. My three others - Badger, Collar & Thunder) are being little velcro dogs. Who dare can say dogs don't know?? Amazing how some people just dont' "get it". I may be a bit late with my Christmas cards. It's hard do anything HAPPY right now, but that's selfish I know. I want to write a special thank you to everyone but right now I'm so very whipped to continue on this thread. Thank you.
Laurie
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For goodness sake don't be hard on yourself and don't be apologetic. Just give yourself time, and don't worry about being "selfish." I'm glad to hear you are becoming more able to mourn openly for your loss, and look forward to the day that your memories bring smiles instead of tears. Give your "velcro" pups a kiss from me too. Good babies, looking after their dear mama. :)
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Oh Laurie I'm so sorry dearly beloved Cheeks has gone to the RB. {{{Hugs}}} across the miles. I'm crying as I type - the thought that she's re-united with your hubby has really touched me - I think Gini put it so well.
Your know as we all know the crying helps - mourn that sweet girl and from the sound of it your remembering the sweet times - and then you'll cry again - oh hell. And that's just what it is - a form of hell. Your in my thoughts and prayers Laurie - chin up.
When I light my Monday night candle there's going to be an extra special mention for a dearly loved lady who's in grief - and for her dearly loved furlady now at the Bridge.
RIP dear Cheeks.
Lynne
