No matter what anybody says, to those of us who share our lives with canine friends, the loss of one can hurt as deeply and for as long as losing a human one...
Never, ever belittle your feelings when feeling the loss of a dog, or a cat, or ANY friend, no matter what species it was. It matters not how many legs it had or whether it had fur or feather; what matters is what they represented in your life.
My dog Gus represented unconditional love, faith and loyalty in mine and with this he gave me what no other companion ever has (and that includes human ones!).
I get through the days and the weeks since I last touched him as I did when he was here but every now and again something pulls the connecting thread between us taut and the pain of loss mixed with the power of the love we had for each other is overwhelming.
What was it today?
It was something that had become so much a part of our lives that I have been living with it, walking past it every day for the past five months not even realising that it was there. It was uniquely his. Uniquely ours.
“What was it?” I hear you ask.
HIS SLOBBER TOWEL!!! Yes, still with his slobber on, it was hanging up over the door near the water as it always did and I hadn’t even realised I hadn’t taken it down. Isn’t it funny what catches us out?...
