It’s felt like the longest week. It’s hard to believe that this time last week our Puggly was still with us. Although we still have Rocket-dog, the house seems so quiet which is strange because Pug was very quiet in the last few weeks.
I know people who don’t have pets won’t understand but the grief is real and exhausting. It comes in waves, when I’m working my mind is occupied but when I’m not it’s a whole other story. I think what makes it worse is wondering if we did the right thing, although I know in my heart that we did. This time last week I was sitting at Lough Gill wondering what to do. In the space of a few minutes I saw little robins and other birds and the swans came over to see me. In a strange way it seemed like a sign.
I’m so grateful to the people who contacted me, it’s so appreciated. I’m also extremely grateful to Darren at The Well Pet Hospital, Darren has had to deal with me sobbing on a number of occasions and he’s just wonderful.
Yesterday I went out to Achonry Farmers Market and it was nice to have a wander around. I was so grateful to the lady who spoke to me about Puggly, it meant such a lot to me. I was completely wrecked when I got home though, but it was good to have a change of scenery.
I was trying to think of something I could in memory of Mr. Pugs, I think I might do a regular blog post and social media campaign of animals who need rehoming, especially the older ones who so often get overlooked. If you know of an Irish animal rescue or charity please tell them to send me an email firstname.lastname@example.org Or if you have any other ideas I’d love to hear them.