M.G wrote:5 years, 2 months, 1 week, and 6 days.
My baby Bo died. No, not a human baby. My Siberian Husky. My dad bought him for me when I was little so he'd protect me, because we live in a such a shifty neighborhood. When Bo was 8 years old, he stopped eating. We didn't know why, so we brought him to the vet. He stayed there for a week, and the day we went to pick him up, his heart gave out. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I wrote him letters through out that week before he died. I thought he'd come home...
I know it's not normal for me to pine for him after all this time, especially when I just recently adopted a puppy to help with the pain, but it still hurts to think about him. He was always there for me, he did everything right, he was perfect. Bo was too young to die. I miss him so much. I just need a hug. I need people to stop telling me to give him up. I won't give him up, he was my other half. We were a team. People keep saying this isn't healthy, but I just don't know how I can move on ;A; I just... I miss him..
~M.G
Losing a pet is hard! It's perfectly and entirely reasonable to be upset, especially when it was your beloved friend. Don't let anyone tell you that it's not okay to be sad, because they're wrong. Even though they don't always mean it, people can be insensitive at times. They just want you to be happy, though, so don't mistake their intentions!
I'm really sorry to hear about your loss, and although recovering is a process, I hope you feel better soon. *hugs*