I wanted to write this last week but I wasn't able to as it felt too raw.. The weekend before last we lost our second baby Obi (yes he was a dog not a human). We lost Tyler about 3 years before and it hurt but somehow having Obi to come home too meant we just poured all our left over love back into him.
With me working from home you can imagine my bond with the little man. He was my constant companion, who lay at my feet under my desk everyday and was kind enough to let any child that fancied pull his ears and prod his nose without ever raising a growl.
Tyler passed in the middle of the night with me by his side at a late night local vet but Obi we had to organise. It meant a new situation with the children and a 6 and 5 year old rather than 2 and 3 as they were last time.
I didn't lie to them, I would hate to be lied too, so we chose to be honest. Kitty was distraught and so we all sat and had a cry and then declared it was time to be happy for Obi and make him feel good.
Harrington chose a toy to give to him to take to Obi and Kitty drew a picture of them both together chasing rabbits.
The next few weeks will be lonely. We know we will have another dog as we feel they make a little family quite complete but for now we will remember our little guy and his bigger brother with the fond memories they have created for us over the last 13 years and just focus on how lucky we were to have had them.
Have you lost a pet? Did you get another one after? How long did you wait?