I know only too well that feeling of not being able to say goodbye, and not having closure. It hurts so, so much. When something happens to our babies suddenly, and then they’re gone before we can even process what’s happening, it’s a terrible shock to our system. I couldn’t even hold my Buddy in my arms when he passed; we were in the car racing to the vet hospital, with him in his carrier. I ran inside and handed the carrier to the staff, and within minutes they told me he was gone. The worst moment of my life, tied with getting the phone call from my sister that my dad had died. I’m still trying to process Buddy’s loss and it’s slow going. I have no magic words for coping, other than please be sure you’re eating right and getting rest. It’s one hard day at a time. Hugs...
Cindy (Buddy’s mama)
My baby Buddy 5/4/10-3/7/20, rescued March 2011 My sweet Mandy 11/27/91-11/2/10, rescued November 1992 My beautiful Barney 4/28/73-9/7/92, adopted May 1973