Thanks so much to all of you who have sent me emails or messages or posted comments on Facebook about losing your own dogs through the years. Your words of understanding, empathy and encouragement are very, very welcomed and needed. I'd love it if someone other than my wonderful husband would become a blog follower and post comments here too. I feel so lonely each time I come to blog and see no comments and no followers. Is anyone reading this?
My darling, precocious four-year-old daughter I'm going to refer to as Munchkin is showing more understanding and acceptance and even empathy for me in this situation than I would have ever expected or hoped for. Yes, I know she is a preschooler and may well become confused again about what is going on after Sammie dies. However, in the meantime, she has spontaneously comforted me more than once! I am trying extremely hard not to cry around her and certainly not to have one of my red-eyed, all out bawling spells in her presence. So far, so good. But she knows. She knows I am sad and she knows why.
When we got home and I saw that Sammie had not eaten and I tried to encourage Sammie to walk over to at least drink some water after going outside in the extreme Texas heat, Munchkin calmly said: "Mommy, Sammie's lying down here and she's got her tongue out of her mouth. I think you need to bring the water bowl to her." A little later, my DD commented softly: "I'm sorry Sammie's going to die, Mommy. Then we'll be like Rachelle (our next door neighbor who has lost one of her two dogs recently) and only have one dog."
We have discussed going to an animal shelter and rescuing another dog to keep Pepper company when Sammie dies. We'll get to that when the time comes. For now, my energies, thoughts, feelings, memories, prayers, and time are spent on and with my beloved Sammie.
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