Unfortunately on Monday, we had to put down my dog, Bianca.
I had her since I was 8.
Letting go and realizing that she's never coming back had been one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
I know it sounds pretty lame to feel this way about an animal. But she was so much more than that to my family. She was a member of our family.
And now, whenever I leave the house, I have to one to say Goodbye to. I have no one to greet me at the door when I come home.
And that has been the hardest thing about losing her.
Through all of this I've realized I have been truely blessed with having people around me. I mean, both sets of my grandparents are still alive, and although I have had members of family pass away, there has been no one extremley close to me that has passed...(not saying these family members that have passed on weren't important to me....just that I did not connect with them as much.....If that makes sense....)
Bianca was such a good dog. Although she was yappy and ALWAYS asked for food, she rarely gave us any trouble.
Anywho. I'm feeling better, although life has just been.....different.
RIP Bianca. I know you're not hurting anymore and that you're in a better place now.
