Your Pet Loss Diaries

Jun 16, 2010

by Rebecca
(United States)

My sweet Whisk, It has been just a little over 1 month and you are still on my mind. I know you are in a better place but I still wish you were here with me. I was thinking how silly you were. remember, everytime I bought a new donut bed, you would be the first to jump in and start sucking and kneading. You sucked one so hard it was all the way down to the stuffing! Silly Girl! I sure miss you kneading my tummy. I try to imaging you when I look at Prin, but there is no resemblence other than your long black fur. Please help my broken heart to heal. Let me know you you are ok. Please let me feel you gently brush against my cheek at night to help me sleep. Let me feel your wet nose on my lips for a kiss. I love you Whisk and I will never forget you for as long as I live.

I am still deeply broken inside. Some days I think I am getting better and then all of the sudden it hit me hard again-full force with tears and all. I still think about what if I knew sooner about her, maybe there could have been something else I could have done, maybe I should have waited and just took her home with me that day. I re-live the vet visit constantly in my mind and it's killing me inside. It breaks my heart.