As many of you know by now, my beloved Little Man passed away on Tuesday, June 30, 2015.
It was a day I have dreaded for a very long time. I made one huge mistake, however. I worked so hard for so long to prepare for “the moment” that I completely forgot to prepare for “the after.” Little Man’s passing has affected me more deeply than anything I have faced in life so far, and anyone who has read our book about our lives together will understand that that’s saying something.
I’m still going through a tremendous amount of sorrow. Mealtimes and weekends are the worst. That’s because those were “our times” together. I still find myself looking for him under the dining room table and in his chair where he usually slept, and it took days before I could bring myself to put away his bedding. I had my favorite picture of him enlarged, and I hung it in the garage above his favorite place to rest—on top of my car. I don’t think I’ll ever get over losing him.
But I knew it was inevitable. Everyone dies at some point, but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier for those left behind, and each of us grieves differently. The crying, screaming, longing … they’re all part of the process. But I believe I’ve found a way to help me through the heartache until we are forever reunited.
One thing that helps is to remind myself that he no longer needs all that medication. At one point, he was on eleven different
things including vitamins and supplements. Those were the first things to go. But that wasn’t enough, and then I realized something else.
Little Man isn’t really “gone.” He’s just “away at the pet sitter’s.”
And he has THE best pet sitter.
He’s with God.