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It's been 6 months and I find myself breaking down uncontrollably at times when I think of my darling Bubby. He was a golden retriever and truly one of the great loves of my life.
He wasn't a typical golden! He was aloof and super shady. But he loved me and he was SUCH a good boy! Completely bomb proof around little children. He acted like he hated the world but he loved little children and me.
We were such an odd couple when I got him at 12 months old. He was aloof, dignified and I was this crazy perky young girl who wanted to give him the world. I adored him and treated him like he was a rockstar. I was so starstruck with him and I used to sit around and think how did a girl like me end up with a boy like him.
We muddled through the early years and I soon became his mummy and as my husband would often say "That dog doesn't have much love but what he has, he's given it all to you." He was so perfect, so unintrusive, so tolerant of my tendency for over excitement and silliness. He'd always give me this look as if to say "Oh you are crazy Mumma but I am fond of you."
I don't know that I will ever get over him or find anyone like him. He was perfect for me in every way and I would have done anything to have more time with him. I find that life has continued and I am for the most part ok but then something will remind me of him and I'll burst into tears. I don't feel like I can love another dog again and I miss him so much. It's so weird because I can switch between normal to complete meltdown when it comes to a memory of him. I have never been like this. I am not a particularly sentimental or emotional person but in some ways I feel like his death has broken me.
I can still imagine what it was like to kiss his muzzle, to have him follow me around the house. My entire adult life was with him and now he's just not there anymore. I miss him so much.
He wasn't a typical golden! He was aloof and super shady. But he loved me and he was SUCH a good boy! Completely bomb proof around little children. He acted like he hated the world but he loved little children and me.
We were such an odd couple when I got him at 12 months old. He was aloof, dignified and I was this crazy perky young girl who wanted to give him the world. I adored him and treated him like he was a rockstar. I was so starstruck with him and I used to sit around and think how did a girl like me end up with a boy like him.
We muddled through the early years and I soon became his mummy and as my husband would often say "That dog doesn't have much love but what he has, he's given it all to you." He was so perfect, so unintrusive, so tolerant of my tendency for over excitement and silliness. He'd always give me this look as if to say "Oh you are crazy Mumma but I am fond of you."
I don't know that I will ever get over him or find anyone like him. He was perfect for me in every way and I would have done anything to have more time with him. I find that life has continued and I am for the most part ok but then something will remind me of him and I'll burst into tears. I don't feel like I can love another dog again and I miss him so much. It's so weird because I can switch between normal to complete meltdown when it comes to a memory of him. I have never been like this. I am not a particularly sentimental or emotional person but in some ways I feel like his death has broken me.
I can still imagine what it was like to kiss his muzzle, to have him follow me around the house. My entire adult life was with him and now he's just not there anymore. I miss him so much.
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