Don’t worry, I’m not offended that you won’t read this bog post. This one is for those who who will go through this as some point, and need to know there is someone out there who understands.
First you sit on the sofa and cry. Be prepared to go through an entire box of tissues.
You’re exhausted so you take a nap, but you won’t sleep much because you’ll keep checking to see if he’s breathing. Get used to it; you’ll do it a lot.
Later that day you’ll want to do something together, but your dog is not up to normal play, so you’ll get out the brush and softly comb his fur. Other members of the family will want to join in and you’ll laugh at each other’s antics.
You’ll avoid social media because the last thing you want to see is everyone else’s happy pet photos or read their well-meaning advice. You’ll skim through the news but who cares about those idiots?
Each morning you’ll wonder how in the hell you can go to work at a time like this, but you will. Before you leave you’ll hug your dog and tell him that in case he’s not there when you come home that you love him. Then you’ll cry on the drive in.
You’ll spend the day doing the bare minimum. You’ll avoid the assholes at work because you’re so raw that you might actually say out loud those things you think about them in your head.
At work day’s end you rush out the door to get back home. When you open the door and see your dog’s face you take a deep breath, then realize you’ve been holding your breath much of the day.
It’s sad that despite how far we’ve come in treating our dogs and cats like family, they are still not important. Hell, we don’t treat each other with respect, so you know we’re not going to treat each other’s companion animals that way. Fortunately for us, there are those who understand.
The rest of the world can go eggplant themselves.