You know I donāt think I ever properly understood people saying that dogs werenāt just pets. That they were part of the family. I mean I totally got how important they could be. And that itād be obvious when they werenāt allowed.
But I definitely didnāt 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 weekendš¢
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 timeš¢
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 didnāt 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 couldnāt help but be happy when he was around.
And now heās 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.
Weāve not just lost our pet. Weāve lost part of our family.
Fly high over that rainbow bridge my wee scruffy Elvis. Thank you for being my puppy. Love you forever ššš¶xxx
