• My son…

    by  • September 13, 2010 • Grief, Love - Pure and Simple, Those Gone Before Us • 2 Comments

    Dear Finnigan,

    It’s been two days since your mom and I lost you.

    It’s hard for me to write to you without breaking down.

    I keep thinking about holding you while the personality, soul and breath left your body.

    I’m a grown man and my heart hurts so. It’s like a real person died.

    I realize that you were just a dog, but you know we don’t have kids, and you were so…..wonderful. So smart, so special, I’ve had many dogs, but you were mine.

    Nobody understands, just me and your mom.

    It’s hard for us not to think of you…for 6 years, every minute, of everyday…now…..quiet.

    We’re really going to miss you son….

    2 Responses to My son…

    1. srsly
      September 13, 2010 at 2:10 pm

      I grew up on a farm…with many animals, but I didn’t get attatched to one until I was 23. That pup was my leg warmer at bed time, and my best friend. When she died, I felt exactly as you do about your special friend. I actually broke down and cried. You will get better at making it through the day without tearing up. It just takes time.

    2. Dad
      September 14, 2010 at 1:02 pm

      Thank you…..I hope so…

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