Sunday was a week since my sweet Easton went to heaven. It really doesn’t feel like a week.
The other day I thought I heard him barking. Yesterday when it was raining so bad, I caught myself going outside to bring him in. He HATED bad storms. Usually he would "bangs" at the window to let him in.
We got Easton's ashes last week, that made it real. On the way to the vet, I was shaking and felt tears in my eyes. Then on my way back how, I was holding back tears. When I got in the carport, I just sat there for 5 minutes and looked out the backyard. When I got inside, I went to the kitchen, sat down and read the papers that they had for the owners......there were two poems and other thing in it. That's when I busted out crying. I took the box out of the bag and looked at it for a few minutes. It was so beautiful. I kissed it and told him how much we missed him and how much we loved him. Oh and my grandparents got us a beautiful stone for Easton.
Rico, our small, has been such a TROOPER through all of this. He is starting to notice now that Easton is coming back home. He is missing his best friend\brother a lot too. We are there for him and he is loving it. Sometimes he will just lay somewhere and doesn't want to be bother with. Other times he wants to play or follow you around.
We are all taking it one day at a time. It will get better..........so I have heard.
There is this amazing group on Facebook call Rainbow Bridge, they are a close group, but they will let you in. There are so many nice people there that are in your situation. They understand what you are going through. I love this group.