Hi all....This is an upbeat letter to all of you who suffer the heartache & constant worry of a sick pet, and/or the loss of your precious fur baby.
I watched an adorable video tonight of a tiny puppy "falling in love" with the family cat. It was mutual love.
It made me think of my Poodle Julie, when she was a puppy & how lucky I am to have had the pleasure of experiencing her adorable, fun & loving life, , from a puppy to now, at 10 yrs. old.
She is my first dog as a adult. When I look back at the 10 years that I have had with Julie, I say thank you God for giving her to us. Julie is a loving learning experience...every day is different. She is a child to us.
Julie traveled with us everywhere we went, every Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn, around the USA & Canada.
She is a pleasure to take anywhere. When I look at her & start to cry, knowing that I am losing her, I try to think of the fun times with her, & she still is fun, it helps a bit.
It took me a long time to believe that I am losing Julie. In my crazy mind, I couldn't comprehend that I'd lose her. I felt that people were wrong, NOT MY DOG, I thought. How WRONG I was.
I spent mega bucks to "save Julie & to try to make her better". Thats short lived. Something always happens again & again.
I lose my precious Mom one year ago. She & I both went thru the the Five Stages Of Dying & I now realize thats what I am going through with my Julie..... (sadly, my Mom never came to Acceptance.)
They are...1. Denial, 2. Anger, 3. Barganing with God, 4. Depression, & 5. Acceptance.
Acceptance is NOT doing nothing, defeat, resignation or submission.
Acceptance IS coming to terms with reality. Death is after all, a part of LIFE.
I wrote alot on Cushings in the past & when other people in the forum said what a awful disease it is & most dogs don't live too long, I knew she was very sick yet I cringed & thought of how wrong they are. My baby will NOT die, I will get her cured.
How wrong was I??? I was so very WRONG. I was in Denial & Anger. Than I Bargained with God, every day.
Right now, I am somewhere between Depression & Acceptance, as best that I can handle it, because I have no other choice.
Whats was so hard to accept is the LIMITED years that we have with our precious Pets. After all, I had my Mom for 81 years, (although thats never enough). This is what I am starting to accept about Julie.
This is not meant to be depressing, I am telling all of you my learning experiences with Julie. There is so much more good to tell, but I will stop now, because I am hoping that you will all think of the great times with your own pets, past & present. My heart goes out to everyone. Keep your spirit up & your pet will live in it.