Pets

I have a precious 12-year old dog with CHF--I am grateful for every day I have him, but I know what is coming...it gets closer by the minute. The grief has already begun though I fight to stay focused on the sweet boy by my side right now. I try to plan how I will get through it, how I will speed the time until I can breathe again without my heart catching in my throat full of grief. I think audio books, painting, gardening...but I know these are the weakest distractions. I don't know any other way of getting through grief but living in it, days and days, months and. years of it. If I live long enough it will become bearable. I do know that much. Our job is to keep living through the pain. I am holding your hand in my heart. I know. I know....