It always hurts, doesn’t it? And the pain never really goes away. You don’t get over it, you just get used to it. I think that’s how the saying goes.
I can’t believe it’s been 11 years since my Kipper dog died. 11 years and one day. I get sad looking at his pictures, and I still worry that I didn’t give him a good enough life. I was pretty stuck in bad times with my addiction to icky men. But he and I got to go camping and we did have some really good times too. He was my rock through my 20s and I”ll always love him.
Yeah… it still hurts. I put off this post all day because… well, I wasn’t sure why, but now I know. My heart still hurts when I think of Kip being gone.
I read in a book once someone said “Death lasts so much longer than life” and I really didn’t understand that until I loved a dog who only lived 14 very short years. Kip was with me when I was young, in my 20s, so time went by slower then. But still, I wish he could have lived much longer. Kip was my best friend in the world through some hard times.
Kip was a Shepherd Mix… and you can read more about him here. I love Kip with all my heart, I miss him still. He died on his own in the back yard on a Saturday morning. I didn’t know how to handle it… I think I’d be better now. Kip, I hope you are free somewhere experiencing wondering things I cannot even imagine. Thank you for spending 14 years with me.