cw;;; pet death
i haven’t been on here in forever....but i had to put my service dog down yesterday and i don’t know what to do and so i hope i can get myself to write about my grief in a productive way....
i keep telling myself that if he was here he would be in a lot of pain. that i did the right thing. i keep re-playing the moment that i asked the vet right before she injected him, frantically and in between sobs, if she was sure i was doing the right thing. she looked into my eyes and said “i have no doubt you are doing the right thing” i keep replaying her face in my mind, telling me that. i hope it’s helping, i can’t really tell.
i’m so mad at myself for owning so many things that are the color black that i leave laying around my house. every time i get a glimpse of something black on the floor, i think it’s him for half a second and then i have to remind myself that he’s no here, he’s not following me around the house. just watching me do things. happy to just be near me. he’s gone. and ill never see him again.
i knew he’d be gone someday i just didn’t think it would be so unexpected and so fast. i think i’m still in a bit of shock.
im going to get a tattoo. a small black dog with a sombrero. i think that will help.


















