Happy Tuesday!!!
Six years ago today we lost our heart dog, Blue. He got out of the yard and followed a family of deer across the road at a time when someone decided to race up our hill. They hit him. Our neighbor saw the entire thing and he died as she raced him to the veterinarian hospital.
Whenever I think about losing Blue, I get so angry with myself. Why didn't we fix the fence? We knew he could get out. I had a feeling when I left for work that day. Why didn't I just stay home?
That was the day I hit rock bottom in my mental health. I had already taken the step to start therapy, because I was heading there. Losing Blue so suddenly destroyed me. Six years later, I still get choked up thinking about him.
Today, I'm able to be thankful that our neighbor was able to get him. He wasn't alone. She fought for him to get care (the clinic initially refused to see him for fear that we wouldn't pay the bill). And I learned to be an advocate for my dogs. To speak up and loudly on their behalf.
I hate that I had to lose my dog to learn this lesson, but maybe that was his purpose.
If you're reading this, I'm sure you've lost a dog. Was it still painful years later for you too?
