Radha Krueger
April 19, 2016
First night in 18 years without a dog bed (+dog) at the foot of my bed.
It was hardest to dispose of the broccoli bones I saved for him, and wash out his food bowl for the last time. That place his extra blankie sat in the living room.
I thought I heard him earlier and went to help him up, but nope.
I know he went wherever Bella is because he lived to be her sidekick. But it’s all of those little things that reach out and remind me he’s gone that really hurt.
I was there when he drew his last breath. It was such a relief when he fell into a deep sleep and stopped struggling to exist. I know it was time.
But I became accustomed to having a dog around this place. Ever-loyal, ever-kind, ever-gentle. His sweet, goofy face. His sigh when I readied to leave. The adventures we had.
I’ll spend the next few weeks packing up and passing on the things that were his, little shards of glass in my heart, every one. Every dog that makes a place in your life leaves a hole in your chest.
Radha Krueger added new photos to the album: A Day in the Museum.
April 19, 2016
