A week ago, our son and daughter-in-law's much loved 5 yo spaniel was killed in an accident on a farm.
She was beloved. She was young. She was their buddy, and an adored family member.
I am grieving with them and for them.
Having pets we love means at some point we will lose them. It's never easy, but sometimes the loss is sudden, unexpected and far too soon. It slams us.
Big feelings lead to big energy and somehow we need to release it. I couldn't sleep that first night. I cried, my brain raced, I thrashed about in bed. I couldn't be still. After that night I was so tired I was able to sleep, but think about her the moment I wake. Sharing the news helped. Family and friends gave support.
A week later, I still think of her and them often, but it always upsets me, so I distract myself too. Grief is exhausting.
They are devastated, but are being brave and strong, and are grateful for the time she was with them. I know they will be okay, but I wish I could fix this and I can't.
I haven't got any wisdom to share. We all deal with this stuff in our own way.
I'm not ready to post a picture of Miley here. One day, I will probably feel able to, but not today.
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