February 13th 2010 12:56 am
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I'm slowly realizing that I've been putting my head in the sand for the past 6 or 7 weeks. Playing ostrich. I didn't want to cry anymore. It hurt too much. So I just went numb. Occasionally, the tears would come flying out, like someone opened the flood gates, but I managed to close them quickly.
I realize that I wasn't grieving, I was stopping myself from grieving.
I didn't put up the "Abby with Wings" images that Autumn and Putter and Hunter's pawrents had so lovingly made for us. I didn't want to go to Dogster, because then I'd have to think about Abby and cry some more. I didn't want to write a single word more for my book, 'cos it was too painful.
I forgot that tears are cleansing, that they need to come out, and that they will come out sooner or later (sometimes when you least expect them).
We miss you AbberDabbers, - you're forever in our hearts, and we know that you have oodles of Dogster pals to play with at TRB.
We've started barking whenever the doorbell rings, in your memory, girl.
Thanks to all our Dogster friends for their loving support. We proudly display "Abby with Wings". Thanks Autumn, Thanks Putter, Thanks Hunter. I hope we can give back love and support just like all the love we've received. And I hope I've learned that crying is Good!
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I'm so glad you have your wings now, Abby, because you will learn how to be a pawsome guardian angel to your family. And they will discover that being on Dogster is the best place to be when you are going through a sad time because of all the loving support friends will give them!
Sounds like your Mom just got HER wings!
I love that your peeps are barking at the doorbell- BOL!
Momma an' me, Zaidie, miss yu, tu, sweet Abby gurl :) Yur wings r BEEYOOTIFUL!!
That was beautiful...now mama is crying with you. You know we're here for you ALWAYS!!
Love You Forever,
Doo, Austin & mom Lou Ann
Awww Abby your wings are just beautiful. Grief is a journey with no road map. There is no right or wrong way to do it nor is there a time schedule for it. One day along that journey you begin to discover that some of the tears begin to turn to smiles as we remember all the good and funny times. Love that your peeps are barking when the doorbell rings. Those are some of the tears that are turning to smiles for them.
Love and Hugs
Hi! It's been a while since we checked in......Ava has been gone 6 months now (Our Siamese) and Mommy still cries for her. We hope you two are ok and we really love the wings....it's the first time we've seen them! Writing has helped Mommy, so maybe it will help you too.....Love, your Friends, Augie, Mommy Karen, and all of us!
Abby is so beautiful with her angel wings. Mom understands exactly how you feel. She cried the whole time while creating Spike's background and still cries when visiting him and Sheba's pages. We hope Abby has met our special fur angels along with the many more we all know. Mom says life is way too short fur us four legged children and the pain of losing us is the hardest to endure. She still tears up talking about Sheba and Spike.
That's cool that you bark at the doorbell; Abby is surely getting a big kick out of that and smiling down on you.
You are so pretty Abby with your wings. I hope that I get some wings when I cross the Rainbow Bridge. I will be 13 this year, and I am slowly losing my hearing, and I don't eat as well now. Mom thinks maybe I might last another year. My medicine helps me a lot, without it I would be gone. We keep you in our corral, because of your pretty face. We miss you!
Its been a while since we chatted. I know EXACTLY how you feel. Its been 7 months since Simon passed and I still think about him every day. A doesn't go by that I don't get sad thinking about him. The loss was so much worse than I ever anticipated. I tell people it was worse than when my mother and best friend died. I guess sixteen years of companionship is a lot to lose.
Know that, in time, it does get better, actually LESS WORSE. Take care, Geoff.
Clive; Simon's dad.