Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.
On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed themselves
close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?

Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.
On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed themselves
close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?


Grief does fade, over time. A week isn't a long time. We lost our Airedale
at Easter. I still miss him. I can actually hear his footsteps on the
kitchen floor some mornings, when I first wake up. Give yourself some more
time. Grief does not have a time limit. It stops when you have done all the
grieving that you need to do.

Why so soon? No answer to that but I agree it isn't long enough.

Donna

Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.
On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed themselves
close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?


Grief does fade, over time. A week isn't a long time. We lost our Airedale
at Easter. I still miss him. I can actually hear his footsteps on the
kitchen floor some mornings, when I first wake up. Give yourself some more
time. Grief does not have a time limit. It stops when you have done all the
grieving that you need to do.

Why so soon? No answer to that but I agree it isn't long enough.

Donna

Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.
On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed themselves
close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?


Grief does fade, over time. A week isn't a long time. We lost our Airedale
at Easter. I still miss him. I can actually hear his footsteps on the
kitchen floor some mornings, when I first wake up. Give yourself some more
time. Grief does not have a time limit. It stops when you have done all the
grieving that you need to do.

Why so soon? No answer to that but I agree it isn't long enough.

Donna

From: (Chris)

=A0 God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so
soon do they go? Why so soon?

I don't know, but I can tell you what I tell myself. We're here to
learn lessons of love, trust, loyalty, joy, compassion, faith. Dogs
need less time learning these lessons that we humans do, so they're
ready for the next level before we are.

Debbie

From: (Chris)

=A0 God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so
soon do they go? Why so soon?

I don't know, but I can tell you what I tell myself. We're here to
learn lessons of love, trust, loyalty, joy, compassion, faith. Dogs
need less time learning these lessons that we humans do, so they're
ready for the next level before we are.

Debbie

From: (Chris)

=A0 God must like us, at least a little, to let us live with these
companions. But why so
soon do they go? Why so soon?

I don't know, but I can tell you what I tell myself. We're here to
learn lessons of love, trust, loyalty, joy, compassion, faith. Dogs
need less time learning these lessons that we humans do, so they're
ready for the next level before we are.

Debbie

(Chris) wrote in
:

Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac
died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.

Says who?? There is no timetable or formula for when you are supposed to
be "over" something. It all takes its own damned time. Don't let anyone
tell you that it shouldn't affect you. This is just me, and I am not a
therapist, but here is how I look at it. Eventually, you will only
remember the good times with Mac. Before that happens, you need to go
through all of the sadness caused by his loss so that *it* doesn't come
out in the future. The more you love and cherish someone, the longer it
takes for the sadness to come out.

On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used
to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed
themselves close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us
live with these companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?

I remember reading somewhere about a little girl/boy?? that answered
this question with this answer:

God puts on this earth to make others happy. Dogs (and cats, horses,
goldfish, chia pets, etc) do such a good job that they finish their jobs
faster than the rest of us.

Marcel

(Chris) wrote in
:

Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac
died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.

Says who?? There is no timetable or formula for when you are supposed to
be "over" something. It all takes its own damned time. Don't let anyone
tell you that it shouldn't affect you. This is just me, and I am not a
therapist, but here is how I look at it. Eventually, you will only
remember the good times with Mac. Before that happens, you need to go
through all of the sadness caused by his loss so that *it* doesn't come
out in the future. The more you love and cherish someone, the longer it
takes for the sadness to come out.

On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used
to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed
themselves close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us
live with these companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?

I remember reading somewhere about a little girl/boy?? that answered
this question with this answer:

God puts on this earth to make others happy. Dogs (and cats, horses,
goldfish, chia pets, etc) do such a good job that they finish their jobs
faster than the rest of us.

Marcel

(Chris) wrote in
:

Grief doesn't fade, does it? It recedes. I guess, in waves. Mac
died
a week ago today, and I'm supposed to be better. I'm not.

Says who?? There is no timetable or formula for when you are supposed to
be "over" something. It all takes its own damned time. Don't let anyone
tell you that it shouldn't affect you. This is just me, and I am not a
therapist, but here is how I look at it. Eventually, you will only
remember the good times with Mac. Before that happens, you need to go
through all of the sadness caused by his loss so that *it* doesn't come
out in the future. The more you love and cherish someone, the longer it
takes for the sadness to come out.

On our morning walk, we crested a little hill where Mac and I used
to
watch the sun rise. I lost it. Pip and Gala simply pressed
themselves close. God must like us, at least a little, to let us
live with these companions. But why so soon do they go? Why so soon?

I remember reading somewhere about a little girl/boy?? that answered
this question with this answer:

God puts on this earth to make others happy. Dogs (and cats, horses,
goldfish, chia pets, etc) do such a good job that they finish their jobs
faster than the rest of us.

Marcel