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'Naya & Jean'

Naya - Gone 1 Week Today

by Jean
(Marina Del Rey, CA )

I had a very hard night last night. What I have found is that the daytime is more bearable - when I'm at work and distracted. I received a great piece of advice from a fellow animal rescuer who experienced the same awful tragedy of her dog killing her cat.

She told me that I need to set aside a time for myself to mourn each day. That way, it'll help me to get through the rest of the day - knowing that I will have time set aside to grieve later. I have found this to be sound advice. I usually save it until the end of the day when I'm in bed.

I cry and cuddle with my dogs or a stuffed animal or something of Naya's - anything of comfort. I also listen to my ipod. I have sought out songs that help me to grieve. Like the poems listed on this website, I have favorite songs. Here's the lyrics to one in that I relate to in particular:

"Broken" by Lifehouse

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

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