I am having a terrible time these past few weeks with Jessie's passing, which was now nine months ago. It is tearing me apart and killing me. I thought the worst was over but I'm feeling it like it was yesterday. I cry myself to sleep at night, and wonder how I can go on without him. I miss him so much. So, so much. He wouldn't have chosen to die, and I find my anger is with God - not the vets, or Jessie, or even myself. I think it's cruel and uncaring to take a ten year old dog away from someone, especially when that dog was my entire reason for living. He kept me from taking my own life on more than one occasion, and now I am expected just to go on without him. Jessie and I always had a deal - that I would go first, or we'd go together, because I knew I couldn't go on without him. Then he went first, and not by choice. Just two months before he died I was ready to do so as well, and the only thing that stopped me was that I couldn't bare to leave him or take him with me. It wasn't fair to a dog who loved life so much. If I'd known he only had two months anyway...it would possibly have been a different outcome.
I am just hurting so, so much these days. I love Jonah. He's a very cool dog, but he's not Jessie, nor do I want him to be. But I would give absolutely anything to have Jessie back. The pain is way too hard and it's just not getting any easier.
I am just hurting so, so much these days. I love Jonah. He's a very cool dog, but he's not Jessie, nor do I want him to be. But I would give absolutely anything to have Jessie back. The pain is way too hard and it's just not getting any easier.