You are so kind, in your sorrow, to worry about me.
I've had such a hard time getting through this muck. I try not to picture Foxy Jean dying on my bed. When I realize that she is actually gone and that I will never see her again, I feel anxiety big time. I force myself to keep busy.
I have to remember what she taught me, what was going on in my life when I found her, along with how much she loved me.
She was with me all the time, like, if I went down stairs to sew, she would look me up, and she would lay underneath my cutting table inside a shallow container of folded material. I expose myself to that room little by little, and I am doing better since telling the world of my loss.
Your pain, so like mine, resonated beyond my humble home and diminished when I learned how to use this web site forum. I was so affraid to laugh again, as though something horrible might happen if I don't stay on guard. If you peronally knew me, you would realize how weird that is because I am such a clown, I love to help people laugh.
Men are stronger people. They have to be.
I"ll think of you as an older brother from God. I have 5 sisters.
I am doing better. I thought of Jeb on the 10th, and, I light a candle each Monday nite in honor of every dog that has ever died. It makes me stronger , too, when I pray for animals, people, situations beyond our control.
Thank-You so much for being here , in cyberspace.
always ,
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