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My dog of 9 years never got sick ever and was a built, healthy little guy. We were a lot alike. We needed everything to be a certain way (OCD) or we wouldn’t do things and he like me had horrible anxiety. Still we managed despite these glaring issues. We were a team of sorts.
Almost 2 weeks ago he died of sudden anemia. Within a couple weeks after bloody transfusions and steroids we had to let him go. He lost tons of weight in just a couple of weeks and was always sleepy. The direct opposite of how he was before in a very active, athletic and happy creature.
Now he’s gone as if he never existed and I’m crying a lot. I am not a crier and often called the rock when I don’t feel that way. I hide behind my humor. I always have even thought I’m an open book.
One of the few reasons I’ve chose to live and was alive was that little buddy of mine. No point of now more than ever. I mourn animals more than people. Always have.
It’s so quick and final and with people there’s this big hoopla and lots of strange events to prepare or grieve properly. Dogs? Boom gone. It’s so quiet and final.
It’s not right but what is? That’s life. He’s at peace now which I think of but it doesn’t help this darkness I’m in. I’ve gone through worse and lost dogs before but this is different. I’m not sure why. He was one of a kind and a thoughtful, dainty little guy.
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But your dog DID exist. Hold on to that.
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