Bella Rose
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- 2 cockers
Your birthday was in April, and now 2 years after I said goodbye I am still crying thinking of you. You were my everything.
I said goodbye to Missy on a Thursday afternoon in July. Since June when she had the first tumor removed from her lip, 2 more grew in her throat, 1 on her belly and the one on her lip also came back. I know that nothing could be done and I know it was best but I hate that she was so happy to get to come in the car that day.
I am still looking for her all the time without even realizing I am, and then I do and I start to cry all over again.
There is no walk time, potty time, cookie time, cuddle time, play time or bedtime anymore. I didn’t even realize how many things I did or how my lifestyle revolved around her. It doesn’t matter anymore if I leave every closet door in the house open or my groceries on the floor. I hate leaving the house because I know she won’t be there when I get back. I hate going outside because she is not with me.
For 15 years Missy was always with me. Through a bad marriage and worse breakup, being homeless and living in the car, moving all the time, to buying my first home and finally feeling safe enough to settle. I never felt lonely when I could hear her snoring in her bed at night, or looking in the mirror and seeing her in the backseat.
I said goodbye to Missy on a Thursday afternoon in July. Since June when she had the first tumor removed from her lip, 2 more grew in her throat, 1 on her belly and the one on her lip also came back. I know that nothing could be done and I know it was best but I hate that she was so happy to get to come in the car that day.
I am still looking for her all the time without even realizing I am, and then I do and I start to cry all over again.
There is no walk time, potty time, cookie time, cuddle time, play time or bedtime anymore. I didn’t even realize how many things I did or how my lifestyle revolved around her. It doesn’t matter anymore if I leave every closet door in the house open or my groceries on the floor. I hate leaving the house because I know she won’t be there when I get back. I hate going outside because she is not with me.
For 15 years Missy was always with me. Through a bad marriage and worse breakup, being homeless and living in the car, moving all the time, to buying my first home and finally feeling safe enough to settle. I never felt lonely when I could hear her snoring in her bed at night, or looking in the mirror and seeing her in the backseat.