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Love in a bundle of fur
Max was many things, but he was not much of a cuddler. He loved people, but he was happy to have some distance between himself and anyone but a few. He would put his head on my lap, push himself … Continue reading
Posted in dogs, Maverick, Max, my life, puppies
Tagged healing, heartbreak, love, puppies
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Sleep deprived but not love deprived
I really didn’t want to love this little terror. I didn’t want to open myself up to this pain, this searing, unending pain, this loss that doesn’t get better with time, not again. And then they put him in my … Continue reading
Saying hello without saying goodbye
Almost ten weeks ago, we let Max go. Tomorrow we bring home Maverick. I’m still grieving. I still look for Max everywhere, in the family room on his rug, in the kitchen in front of the sink, where he always … Continue reading
And he’s beautiful
Max will always be first – in my life, in my heart, in my soul. He will always be my beautiful boy, the one I promised I would never leave. He didn’t like to share, his toys, his food, his … Continue reading
His name is Maverick
And he’ll be coming home in a few weeks. My empty, aching heart spoke last week, asked a friend where she got her dog. She gave me the name of the breeder, I called and he has a litter. We … Continue reading
When the time is right
When we decided to get a puppy, everything came together in a matter of days. We brought Max home two weeks after deciding we needed a Golden Retriever in our lives. Ten years, 8 months and 9 days later, Max … Continue reading
A month ago
But it seems like yesterday, and a lifetime, all at the same time. I’ve learned that I have amazing friends. I’ve learned that grief has no limits, that tears don’t stop, that the simple act of breathing is enough to … Continue reading
Two weeks
and I still look for you when I get home I still find myself thinking, “I don’t need to eat all this chicken, I should save some for Max.” I called to you to day to come get cheese. I … Continue reading
He’s home
We picked up Max’s ashes this morning. I expected to fall completely apart – that happens on a regular basis these days. Strangely, I didn’t. I cried in the car, as Bear held the bag with the two boxes … Continue reading
One week
And my heart is still in pieces. One week has passed and it hurts more now than it did the night you left. I look for your sweet face, I sniff the air trying to catch your scent, I … Continue reading