It's been a week since I lost my Chloe. Christmas was awful. I tried so hard to be strong, and for a bit at a time I could talk to my family and try to shut off the tears as long as nobody asked how I was or said "I'm sorry to hear about Chloe." Just a simple "how are you?" is enough to crumble me all over again. I'm doing terrible. I'm not sobbing and hyperventilating like I was, but the tears start like a faucet. I'm still nauseous and gagging. I was able to eat on Christmas probably because I was at my parents' house and not mine. I can't stand eating in my house without Chloe. She kept me company, I never had to eat alone as long as she was there. That was her favorite time when I would eat. That dog was spoiled rotten, always wanted the last bite or lick...even if all I had was cereal and she wouldn't understand why I wouldn't give it to her. I went to the store today and as I got to the door from the garage, I swear I heard her whining. She was crated to the dog door when I was away because of separation anxiety and because she always piddled pee when she saw me come home...she was so excited. She would hear the garage, and wiggle and whine and grab her toy to come out and show me. I would give anything to hear her alien whines. I had to remove all her toys and her crate so that I wouldn't keep thinking she was coming home. I'm still so lost. I still don't understand why she died so young. It's not fair. I thank Tiki for responding and I know that others feel what I am feeling. I have lost other pets before, but Chloe was the first one that was all mine and not a family pet. She was my constant companion. I wish I had a husband or kids to focus on and love because I'm empty without my Chloe, she really was my everything.
Thanks Dee for the post. I know I replied to Mr. Max thread but then I accidentally deleted it.
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