today….. I can’t believe it has been 3 months
a quarter of a year,
13 weeks,
92 days,
2, 208 hours,
132,480 minutes,
7, 948,800 seconds
since I lost my baby boy.
It still hurts.. it hurts like f*ck. I miss him soooo much.. I know that Mr. Wilson brings so much joy and playful moments, proud moments, loving moments, and I am blessed to have him to love and him to love me back.
But I miss my Franklin.
His smell is not as strong on his dog bed anymore.. he’s fading away slowly, only from the bed of course, not my heart, never, ever from my heart. Never.
His sweaters are still in my closet.. and know what? I’m going to un-stitch that left hole and Maggie and Wilson will wear them this winter for our walks.. I hope they look as handsome and beautiful with them on as Franklin did.
His harness is still hanging in the back room. Wilson will grow into it.. and I will be proud to put it on him for the first time when he is a big boy.
His dog bowl is back in the kitchen again, right beside Maggies on the raised bench my Sweetie built for Franklin. Mr. Wilson likes to be a big boy and eat beside Maggie.
We took away the ramp from the bedroom. It was time. I wish I could hear him hop down it one more time..
I wish I could dream of him. I wish I could dream, and hold him, and pet his head, neck, and kiss him on the brow. I so badly need to dream of him. I wish I could tell him I loved him one more time, kiss his nose, and hold him tight.. and never ever let go.
I wish I could smell his farts.
I wish…….
Christine,
I am so so sorry. I know you miss Franklin so much. Thank you for sharing this with us today. My thoughts are with you.
Hugs
Michelle & Sassy
BIG HUGS from Roxy and me.
I am so sorry that you are still grieving so much. Time will eventually replace your grief with only happy memories, or so we are told, and I can only hope that is true.
We lost our beloved Hunter only 3 shorts weeks ago. My husband has not gotten over the loss yet and I don’t think he ever will. I’m at peace with it as I was there at every devastating vet appointment and cried and grieved for 2 months before we had to say goodbye. But it still hurts. Knowing he’s not going to be there when we get home, knowing that he won’t be going up north with us over the coming holiday weekend.
Once in a lifetime you have that very special dog in your life. We also are raising our next pup, but it’s not the same. May you have better tomorrows. We will keep you in our prayers.
Super Dog Angel Hunter & pack
Christine-
The loss never goes away, but it does get easier and the happy memories become stronger than the sad ones. I think because of the struggles we go through with our tripawds our bond becomes totally different than with the other dogs we have (although we love them just as much).
Thank you for sharing with us.
Take care.
Luanne and Shooter
Christine, you said you wish you could tell him you love hime ne ore time………you can…he hears you.
But it’s really not necessary, becuse he has known how much you love him every second of every day he has shared his life with you.
Franklin’s like, “I’m sending you FEATHERS mom! FEATHERS!! That’s so much better than a dream! I’ll show up in your dreams. But right now yor grief is still so strong it’s kinda’ hard to get through…but I will! But Moooom…come on! I’m sending you FEATHERS! And that’s no easy task!”
Lots of love,
Sally and Happy Hannah