I am so fortunate to have only experienced the passing of three loved ones in my adult life. My grandfather passed away just two and a half years ago; my grandmother two years ago; and my sixteen and a half year old pup just this week. I think that when someone who has spread love, and feverish happiness and joy to others lives leaves us; they live on forever. There is a sense of having known and loved them, and have been known and loved by them that fills the days when they are no longer physically with us.
I was suprised to have experienced this with the passing of my grandmother. I thought that I would have been in a terrible depressed state for a long while, when in fact my experience of loving her and being loved by her had me appreciate her even more. I miss holding her hand, but my memories of her are of laughter and happiness. This fills my heart in a way that leaves no room for absence.
I know that putting my pup down was the best thing I could do for her comfort. I don't agonize over that decision. My memories of her are endless, and I have experienced the same feeling that I did with my grandmother's passing. I keep expecting to see my pup around the house. And then I realize she'll always be with me.
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