I lost my beautiful companion, my best friend, my Daizee last October. It’s something I haven’t got over with. And that’s alright. It’s because she mattered a lot to me and my mother.
She was with us for eight beautiful years, and we had the most amazing time together. What doesn’t leave my mind is the night before she passed away. She struggled all night, and was suffering with great pain. That was the lowest and most heartbreaking moment for me. I never felt so helpless. We were for her the whole night, comforted her but it was time. She took her last breath infront of me, around 4 a.m and those visuals refuse to leave my head. We buried her in our farmhouse with utmost love and respect. I still feel that she’s around me or she will come running towards me when I get home but then reality sets in. I hope wherever she is, she’s happy, and I hope we will meet again. ❤ Thankyou for the beautiful time, you’ve been the most laziest and lovable friend. I miss you everyday. Take care🌼
Also, I want to take this moment to also make it clear for people that it’s completely normal for a person to grieve over a pet. I’ve had people tell me that she was just a pet and that I should get over it. Those people really don’t care about your feelings and they shouldn’t matter.
“The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here ❤” ― J.K. Rowling.