Today's a very hard day, as it's the 1-year anniversary of one of the worst days of my life.
That's when our greyhound Rue died very suddenly and unexpectedly in an accident at our vet. Following a dental cleaning, she was woken up and taken outside by a technician, who dropped Rue's leash. Rue ran, and shortly after she was eventually corralled by a stranger, she collapsed from a combination of the drugs in her system and it being hot out. Our vet tried to resuscitate her, but she passed 2 minutes before we arrived.
We didn't get to say goodbye, and knowing that she died likely terrified will forever hurt. She had years of love left to give.
I've been lucky to not have experienced an abundance of family grief in my life, which perhaps is part of why dealing with Rue's passing has been so hard, even a year later. Sometime it still hits like a truck out of nowhere.
Today, we'll celebrate her life by bringing our two greyhounds to Rue's favorite dog park, and then having a backyard fire to reminisce about her.
I'll end with two things:
- I once heard that 'Grief is love with no place to go', and that's 100% true.
- Don't let anyone tell you that your pets aren't family.
@kar1231