You know I don’t think I ever properly understood people saying that dogs weren’t just pets. That they were part of the family. I mean I totally got how important they could be. And that it’d be obvious when they weren’t allowed.
But I definitely didn’t think that it would be utterly gut wrenching when a dog died.
That it would feel like someone had shoved a hand into my chest and ripped a part of my heart right out.
Then my wee 2 year old chorkie Elvis died suddenly over the weekend😢
It was so sudden and unexpected that we had never given any thought to what it would be like without him around. If anything we thought that if we had one dog again that it would be him as our other dog is nearly 7.
But nope. Instead it was our barely no longer a puppy that was ripped away from us.
From leaving the house happy and excited for a walk to being dead in my arms was less than 15 minutes. His wee cries will haunt me for a long time😢
He was a wee dog that had the biggest personality and an even bigger attitude. He definitely made his presence known. From his wee high pitched bark that didn’t sound like it belonged in his body. To the miles that he ran just in the house every day. There was no way you could ever not be aware of him.
He brought so much joy. His happy nature was so contagious that you couldn’t help but be happy when he was around.
And now he’s no longer here and his absence is so glaringly obvious.
There is an Elvis spaced void in our lives and hearts that will never be filled.
We’ve not just lost our pet. We’ve lost part of our family.
Fly high over that rainbow bridge my wee scruffy Elvis. Thank you for being my puppy. Love you forever 😘🌈🐶xxx