“Loss Is Loss”

And it is.  It doesn’t matter if it is a relationship, a friend, a family member dying or the loss of a beloved pet.  Loss is loss.

Once upon a time, there was this really self-centered, selfish girl who didn’t think about much except the next moment.  She pretty much lived life like there was no tomorrow.  No planning, kind of scattered.  A really charming fuck-up.  When she broke up with yet another loser boyfriend, she felt like maybe she needed a little something more in her life.  Not more men, but perhaps a puppy.

So this girl adopted a dog.  This union was meant to be.  I don’t think anyone would have put up with her at that time in her life, or with him.  He was trouble, and trust me, so was she.

Typical story, not very interesting, except for the fact that the next four years led her from selfish bitch to humanitarian dogitarian.  Said dog ended up with a chronic disease that the girl continued to fight for three years until it wasn’t a fight anymore.  She had to let him go with dignity.  It was the hardest thing this girl ever decided to do (fuck those two marriages, they meant a LOT less to her than this precious dog).  At the time, she never, ever thought she would love like that again.  She found her “soul mate” and he was a four-legged one.  That hot mess bundle of trouble taught her so much more about life and love than she ever expected.

She did find love again.  She loved/still loves a human boy a LOTShe would crawl over broken glass for him.  Since her beloved dog that died nine years ago, this girl has had four dogs she loved more than anything on this earth, other than the human boy.  Then one of them died this year, and she was sad again, but she recovered more quickly this time because she learned that first time dogs kind of pave our way to heaven, and it’s all okay when they leave us because we will be with them again someday.

Now there are three.  And a cat.

Today, she sits and writes with three dogs.  Her dog blankets are stinky and she is forever cleaning up after the furbrats.  She has to plan her evenings around medicine time, and some days, she is taxed with just rounding up those little dogs to get them in line and on a single sofa for rest!  My God, it is a never-ending battle for this girl, and usually, the dogs win.  (Not that she cares.)  Even so, this girl believes that no matter what the struggle, it is worth it.  It is worth it.

And it always is.  Yes, it always is.

5 responses

  1. Well said. It seems we have walked the same path!

  2. Damn straight. ALWAYS worth it. Could not agree more.

    Gwen, mommy to 2 fur brats currently (RIP, my Halley!!!), including a 15 year old, very ill, possibly at end-of-life sweet Italian greyhound boy. Xoxoxo

  3. PS – We are getting another doggie soon… They SO have my heart. ❤

  4. @Nancy, interested in hearing more if you want to share 🙂
    @Gwen, hon, I don’t know how you do it. Your heart must be so big that people have to leave the room when you walk in! I’m sorry about Halley. What’s wrong with the iggie? I have done my share of nursing sick ones. I think there should be a support group for fur moms who choose to bring these amazing creatures into their lives! If there was one, I’d bet we wouldn’t commiserate but instead would make the whole room laugh with our stories! P.S. All the dogs in my town, and now the cats!, have told each other where my house is. I swear, I get more hard luck strays wandering around my yard than anyone I know!

  5. You’re a great mommy to your fur-kids!!


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