Your Pet Loss Diaries

July 15, 2011

by Karen
(Illinois)

It's been 10 days now since my little girl passed away. Mornings are really hard on me. I had a certain routine with her that's gone forever. Now I just get up in the morning and have a cup of coffee and try to make it through the morning without crying.

Yesterday I drove 85 miles to another city to see my mother. I thought this would keep me busy and I would make it through the morning without crying. When I got home about 7pm last night I opened my mail and there were two cards. One from my family vet and one from the U of I where my baby died. They were so sweet and I cried to think how my little dogs death had affected others. I think it makes me feel better to share this overwhelming grief with people that knew Gigi and loved her.

In one week my husband and I will go to pick up Gigi's cremation remains. A social worker from the U of I called a couple of days ago and talked to me about my little girls death. She said the Vet that was taking care of her saved us a paw print and a lock of hair. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I know this pain and emptiness will get better over time, but I also know that I will never forget my girl.