“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ― Will Rogers
I lost my best friend almost more than 3 weeks ago... my adorable little Bambi. She was the best dog a mother could ask for. How does one surpass the loss of their partner in crime, their little companion, and the light of their life? Bambi was way more than my chihuahua, she was my baby... or as the internet likes to call them "Fur baby". Dealing with pet loss can be extremely difficult and to be honest, it's not something you "get over" probably ever... you have to pull your inner strength together and find a way to move forward. I don't think our little babies would want us to go on with so much agony forever. I debated writing about this topic at all because I'm still very much in the mist of it all and having a bit of a hard time... I'm slowly feeling a little 'myself' again. I thought that since I love writing, it would be criminal of me to not express what I'm feeling. Also, hopefully it will help someone who is suffering through the same emotional shit storm and make them feel like they can start coping one minute, one hour, one day at a time.
