October 13th 2020
One of my most beloved clients passed away today. Tug was the most adorable boxer I had ever come across, with the best disposition, and always was happy to come in and see everyone.
The hard days are what make this job almost impossible.
The loss of life, especially when it’s unexpected, makes it hard to overcome.
I’ll never forget the screams of the owner of the first dog I ever had to perform CPR on.
The poor dog didn’t make it, but the heartbreaking wails will live with me forever.
I tried calling Craig on my way home, just to have someone to talk to during the short drive.
I was seeking an understanding companion, someone to lift my spirits when I felt like I couldn’t walk without wanting to cry.
That was almost six hours ago. He never answered or called me back.
I try not to be too needy, too emotional, or overwhelmed with my soft heart; it burdens him sometimes, and he isn’t sure how to deal with the outpouring of emotion that I can’t control.
I hope he’s enjoying whatever he’s doing. Riley is at least consistent. I can always count on a furry hug from him when I need to sit on the couch and cry to cleanse away the day.