Today is October 13 and I have just been thinking about Blue and what I could have done better to make the last years of his life more meaningful. I could have bought him the wheels and maybe it would have made him stronger. I keep second guessing myself and feeling that I didn't do enough for him.
I loved that dog so much and I really didn't realize how much until he was gone. How do you deal with that feeling? Yes the hurt gets better over time but the emptyness does not get better. It keeps creeping back everytime I am alone or I see another dog that looks like him. I still talk to his picture every day as if he was still here.