Tuesday, May 15, 2012

In Which Mrs. Ditter Writes Movingly, Coherently, and Rationally About the Death of Sunny, her Golden Retriever

Yeah, that's not happening yet. 

There's part of me that is overwhelmingly grateful for the love and goofiness and joy and acceptance that she brought us for so many years. There's part of me that is happy that she's more comfortable now. There's part of me that feels her following me around, just like usual, and sticking her nose into my hand, just like usual, and watching my every move in the kitchen, just like usual.

And then there's the part of me that feels as if someone has ripped off my arm and is beating me over the head with it.

I miss my dog.


  1. So sorry for your loss. You described it perfectly...our pets are always with us, even after they pass. I hope they are all impatiently waiting for us to join them...can't wait for that wet nosed companionship again.

  2. Aww....love this. We just lost our dog, Patrick. They leave a big hole in our hearts, don't they?

  3. Sunny was a lovely dog, and I can only imagine how tough this is. I still miss cats I lost years ago. Hugs.