For many pet owners who’ve lost their pets, they’re familiar with the poem, Rainbow Bridge. It brings that glimmer of hope we’ll see our beloved pets again. But until then, waters can be difficult to navigate.
Last Thursday, July 13th, we lost our Charley. While we could see his declining health, we weren’t ready. In all respects, he was having a great day. In the afternoon though after an apparent seizure or heart attack, he died in our arms with no apparent suffering.
My heart breaks.
Within the last seven years we’ve lost 3 sweet furbabies. But losing Charley has hit me the hardest. When we lost Allie, we had Chance. And when we lost Chance, we had Charley. My heart grieves and the house feels empty and barren. And we are for the first time in many years, once again, empty nesters.
The quiet speaks of the hollow in my heart. The places he laid, now void of his presence. The blue mat beside my desk, the food and water bowls in the kitchen, bedding in the loft, pills beside the fridge, water bowl upstairs, and kennel in the garage, all bring to mind my loss; our loss. The way he traveled with us everywhere, including when he made a trip to Walmart with hubby one morning.
Charley had an enlarged heart and was taking up to six pills a day to help decrease it (we knew we were just buying time), but time is precious and a commodity that can’t be packaged. How I miss him waking me in the mornings and thumping his tail on the floor wanting a belly rub. Our morning ritual, playing tag around the kitchen island, pointing to the door to alert him “daddy” is home. Charley was partially deaf, a problem that plagues his breed.
In time, I’m sure we’ll be finding another rescue dog to save us, but for now I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve and grieving, awaiting the day I feel whole again.