Wednesday will be two months since our two beloved pitties left us. In relative terms two months isn’t a very long time but currently it feels like a life time.
There are strange little things that remind us of Bruiser and Sarge like the way Bandit (our new puppy) runs and plays with his chew toys and just the other day when I cleaned the boys window I found Bruiser prints on the other side. Then as now I teared up, when the boys asked me what was wrong I said, “Look Bruisers paw prints are still on your window.” My 5 year old said we should never wash the window and my three year started looking for the dog we’d had since he’d learned how to walk.
I don’t think those two dogs will ever really know just how much they were loved not how hard their death has been on this family. There isn’t a single day that goes by that we don’t speak of them or miss them. I think they would have loved Bandit to pieces and it would of been great to see them all play together at least once but i know that will never happen.
Instead Bandit is reaping all the benefit of healing a broken hearted family. He gets showered in loves and kisses everyday, it’s a win for him and a win for us. We’re still broken and that piece if our hearts marked Bruiser and Sarge will never be whole again which is fine by me. I don’t want to ever forget the two dogs who captured my heart and stole it away.
We love and miss you two boys so so much. I hope wherever you are there’s lots of good treats and belly rubs and people to tell you how great you are.
Yesterday was a hard and heartbreaking day, our family will never be the same. We had to say goodbye to our two pitbulls after they got into a fight and suffered major injuries. There were and will continue to be many tears shed over the loss of our beloved puppies but at the same time there were many memories shared….the good ones. I looked through all the photos I have on my phone and posted an online photo album of our doggies and some friends added their own pictures as well. It’s one small step in the healing process but I can already tell this isn’t going to be an easy road nor a short journey. I drempt about our dogs last night, about their fight and woke up looking in the backyard for them, I even tapped on the window like I did every morning..then I remembered they aren’t there.
It’s a new day filled with new hope but its also filled with pain. In time some of that may go away but for now I have an empty backyard and two less family members.
My cousin made this shortly after the death of our Grandfather. I told her that I would also like one so she gave this to me. It’s hung in various places in my home….currently its taken up residence in my bedroom window. Today I opened up my blinds to let some light in and this is what I found…..the sun shining through my Grandpa. It made me remember things long forgotten like the warmth of his smile and how infectious his laugh could be. The way he would move at a pace that seemed to be his own but still manage to get everything done. My parents divorced when I was a teen and I didn’t see my dads side of the family much after that. In recent years we’ve reconnected and have spent some time together although not as much as any of us would like…..today, right now actually, as I’m sitting here struggling to write this I’m remembering that I need to not forget the ties that bind and make us a family. I’m remembering that at the end of it all family is what’s most important and that when those close to you (or those who were close to you) die the only thing left are memories….old and faded or new and vibrant so its better to make memorues while there is time. Thank you Jacqui and Grandpa Hoover for giving me something to hold on to while I finally begin to grieve and for allowing me this time to reflect.