My head is in bits at the moment.
All these new feelings that are crashing in at the moment all to do with my best freind my dog Oliver. He is getting on in dog years (84)and he has been my faithful beautiful dog. All through the end of my alcoholism and drug addiction he was always there with his back against mine, just breathing deeply, letting me know that he was there. He sleeps by my side of the bed and he is the first thing I see every morning.
It has slowly dawned on me (especially today)that Oliver and I are soon to say goodbye to each other and I feel so wretched and so fu*king useless.
Please forgive this load of confused thinking I just need to get it out. I have been in tears for most of the day and i cant seem to stop. I just pray that I can hold it together till the fateful day arrives.
Oliver, I will see you at the Rainbow Bridge.
My beautiful, beautiful dog
Any advice for dealing with grief most welcome as all these feelings are new.
And all that was left was hope