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The Sixth Sense of Gremlin 
9th-Jun-2010 09:51 pm
It's been four days since Gremlin passed away and everywhere I turn, I still expect to see him. Every time I get up from a chair, I look down to make sure I don't step on him, because he used to love lying down around my feet.

I only emptied his water bowl out yesterday. I wake up in the morning and can almost swear I hear his occasional quiet barks, demanding to be let out of the kitchen.

Every time I eat in the breakfast nook, I see that spot, where his still body lay for the last time, his eyes wide and staring without life.

There are fewer triggers that set me crying, but it still aches inside. I miss my little pup.


Grem_Come out
10th-Jun-2010 06:35 pm (UTC)
Hugs, I know how you feel. When I was 5 years old and he was 5 weeks old I first met my Sooty a Pekingnese terrier cross puppy who became my companion and furry brother for the next 13 years. One of his daily routines was to sit on the front step of the house about 5 minutes before I was due to turn the corner at the bottom of the hill on my way home from school and when I did he would trot down the hill and escort me up it to home . For almost a year after he died I would look up the hill half expecting him to be there and my breath would catch when I didn't see him. That grief at their absence does fade in time, you never forget them but the memories will bring smiles not tears in time. But until they do all any one can do is sympathise and wish you a short grief.
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