That Saturday…

Warning: The following blog may contain some feels. Sh*t gets real. Like, really real.

 

I almost had to blow dust and cobwebs off the laptop keyboard it’s been that long since I’ve written anything. It has been a hectic few months because of work mostly, so I genuinely didn’t get much of a chance to write something decent. Believe it or not, I don’t like throwing up any aul’ crap on to my blog. (Yes, I know what you’re thinking; “This has really been her best stuff?”).

You could also say I was suffering from a slight case of ‘writer’s block’ as I wasn’t feeling at all inspired… until now.

Before I start, I just want to warn you that this isn’t going to be like my usual blog posts. I’m not writing this with the purpose of entertaining anyone, but I am writing it as a form of ‘literary therapy’ for myself. (I know, how selfish of me). So, don’t be surprised if I get a bit morbid and soppy, but I’ll keep it short. (Who am I kidding, we all know I’m going to ramble on…)

So, here’s the shtory, albeit a sad one… Exactly 8 days ago, it was Saturday the 7th of April and myself and my mother had to bring our older dog Missy to the vet to be put to sleep. Now I know for most people this isn’t an easy or pleasant task and it happens all the time, but anyone who knows me, knows that animals (especially my own pets) are the most important thing in the world to me and that this would be a particularly difficult day. (Before someone makes a comment in their head, obvs my family are excluded from that statement as it goes without saying that I love them, so relax the cacks there.)

Anyways… Missy was 14 years old and she was still the most beautiful lady inside and out, even up until her last day. We got Missy when she was only 3 months old and Holy Mother of God, she was a head-case of a pup… An absolute dote with a heart of gold, but still a head-case. That’s a Springer Spaniel for you though…

Unfortunately, as she got older, her physical health let her down and she was on a rapid road to paralysis because of spinal problems. It would have been selfish of us to let her keep going in the pain she was in and pain-killers just weren’t cutting it. Believe me, we didn’t come to the decision lightly. I refused to speak about her health issues for a long time because I was in denial about the fact that my poor aul’ Miss was ‘getting old’ and she wasn’t in great shape anymore.

There are a few reasons I’ve chosen to write about this. Firstly, I think animals are an important part of many people’s lives and a lot of you will probably relate to this blog in some ways. Secondly; this is the most inspired I’ve been in a long time to write about something, so I have to get it out on ‘the page’ while the thoughts are flowing… and lastly; I need to write about this as a way to help myself cope with the loss, because I haven’t been able to deal with what happened and I know I haven’t dealt with it emotionally yet.

Over the past week, I’ve noticed a very significant change in my mood, thoughts, habits and my motivations. I’m quite an emotional person so I have a fair idea that this is my mind and body’s reaction to not having allowed myself to get upset yet, which is very unlike me.

Every time a thought of Missy comes into my head, my mind swipes it away before I get a chance to feel anything. It’s almost as if my mind is trying to ‘protect’ me from getting upset. I know the day will come that I won’t be able to avoid the sadness anymore and it will hit me like a tonne of bricks. A ticking time-bomb if you will…

I already feel an overwhelming sense of loss and I am completely heartbroken that she is gone. 14 out of nearly 25 years of my life she was with me and I will never get to spend another minute with her. It’s just too final and definite and I hate it.

I know there are some people who might read this and think “It’s just a dog” or “It’s not like a person died” and fair enough, I know she wasn’t a person, but she was just as important as one and she was family to me.

I was with her when she was put to sleep and although it was f*cking horrendous, I wanted to be there. I needed to know that she was comfortable when it happened. I will always know that the last thing she saw was someone who loved her very much and the last thing she heard was how much she would be missed. I held her head and I will never forget her face or the intense feeling of guilt I felt during those last few minutes, but I know it was the right thing to do.

It’s crazy the effect an animal can have on your life. Losing her has had an enormous impact on my emotions this week and as I sit here typing this, all I am thinking is how I don’t want to leave the house, see anyone or do anything and I haven’t felt like that in quite a while, but reality strikes, and one must go to work and get on with things anyway.

The funny thing is, whenever I would be at home and feel as sad as this, Missy would almost sense that you were in bad form and come over and sit on top of you to make you feel better in her own little way. What I would give to have that one more time. But instead, I have a cat (who has been named Derek) who just randomly wanders into the house from time-to-time curled up on my lap asleep and nobody even knows who owns him. You take what you can get I guess!

I may as well wrap this up because I am gasping for a cup of tea and I am sure this has been a bit of a depression session for anyone reading. I actually have a few more ideas for blogs stirring around in my brain at the minute so I am going to get on to those while the going is good because quite a bit has been happening lately. (Lucky ye!)

Yes, I feel a bit down in the dumps right now, but no, it won’t last forever and I want to get that point across. Sad things happen all the time and everyone has their own way of dealing with them. I just haven’t found my way of doing that yet, but I will and I know that I will feel a whole lot better then. You can come back from anything!

I hope some of you could relate to this post and that I didn’t sound like I was trying to have too much of a moan, because believe it or not, that wasn’t my intention!

So, to my beautiful dog Missy, I miss you, I love you and wherever you are now, that’s where I want to end up.

Well, that’s about the size of it now. I’ll be back very soon with an overwhelmingly hilarious blog post…

Yep. Aaany day now…

G’luck lads.

J x

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Missy x

 

 

 

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