Tomorrow it will have been a week and I still can't write this post. I can't face it and I can't stop crying when I think about what happened. That my little angel is gone. Stolen from me. Taken suddenly and violently. I am shaking typing this. I can't stop the sobs. It is all too much still.
My pup was attacked and murdered by another dog. Sparky is gone. I had no idea how physically painful loss can be. How completely devastating this feeling is.
Sparky was 13 and lived a long, happy life surrounded by people who loved him. I begged and pleaded for a dog growing up and by some small miracle I was allowed to get Sparky. I remember holding him when he was a few days old, a tiny little thing with his eyes still closed, and I remember bringing him home for the first time, a fluffy bundle of energy. I remember everything and will always treasure what I had with him. He brought so much laughter, joy, and happiness into our family.
Some day I'm sure it will get easier, I will be able to get through the day with out heart wrenching meltdowns, but until then I believe Sparky deserves to be mourned. I loved him deeply. He was a wonderful, good dog and I will miss him.
My talented writer sister wrote a lovely blog on Sparky and says the things I want to say so well: http://sakartvelogirl.blogspot.jp/2012/04/saying-goodbye.html
Oh man, my heart hurts.