moglits
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Hello Frauen und Männer!
Without being too Jack-like and expecting the cOmMenTs cLuB to remember every small detail of my life, earlier this year I lost my seven year old boxer dog and was completely heartbroken. As was the pattern with upsetting life events, I spilled my guts on here and received breathtaking love, kindness, and compassion. I still repeat some of the words I received to myself to this day.
Without being too Jack-like and expecting the cOmMenTs cLuB to remember every small detail of my life, earlier this year I lost my seven year old boxer dog and was completely heartbroken. As was the pattern with upsetting life events, I spilled my guts on here and received breathtaking love, kindness, and compassion. I still repeat some of the words I received to myself to this day.
Say hello to Tino, a 2yo boxer cross rescued from the pound in Spain. He has been with us for 48 hours and I am in love.
Since we lost our girl, our house hasn’t been a home. The day we put her to sleep was the second worst of my life and when you consider the worst was my dad checking out early from the Life Hotel when I was 14, it was pretty bad.
Now, we have since moved (bought, ninnies!) and Tino now pads around it. He is calm, loving, confident; he army crawls up the bed for snugs; he sits and waits for his bowl of kibble; he does double shifts at the Dorito factory according to his paws; and he is filling our home with claws on wooden floors, little pig oinks, and ear shakes again.
I carry our girl in my heart, and I always will. I like to think she would approve.
Since we lost our girl, our house hasn’t been a home. The day we put her to sleep was the second worst of my life and when you consider the worst was my dad checking out early from the Life Hotel when I was 14, it was pretty bad.
Now, we have since moved (bought, ninnies!) and Tino now pads around it. He is calm, loving, confident; he army crawls up the bed for snugs; he sits and waits for his bowl of kibble; he does double shifts at the Dorito factory according to his paws; and he is filling our home with claws on wooden floors, little pig oinks, and ear shakes again.
I carry our girl in my heart, and I always will. I like to think she would approve.