Tuesday, April 29, 2014
A Heartbreaking Sadness That Persists
My family and I recently lost one of our beloved corgis. Jasper was only four years old, and he died very suddenly of an illness that escalated so quickly there was nothing we could do. We had to let him go.
Himself and I were with him at the emergency vet when he died. It was late on a rainy Sunday night (isn't that always when emergencies occur?) The day before, he'd played with Georgette in the yard and now he was gone. We were shocked and heartbroken. We expected to have him for at least 10 more years.
He was my shadow. I was his beloved. He followed me everywhere and nestled beside me when I read in the evenings. He lay beside me when I worked on the computer. His favorite place was my lap. I adored him.
It's been a bit over three weeks and only now can I even type this. We are still missing him, but we are slowly getting used to a new normal. Georgette no longer runs to the door when she hears it open, thinking he will be there. She always gnawed on his head when he tried to come inside.
Tiny Girl made this collage of photos a few days after he died.
He was handsome, he was kind, he was obedient, he was loyal, he was loved.