I don't handle loss of life well. Probably due to lack of experience (and I'm NOT complaining about that). I lost my Grandfather when I was 12 and 2 cats a few years ago.
Today, we said goodbye forever to the family puppy, Lucy. Lucy was 6 years old. There's something to be said that is the bond between human and pet. Especially such a cute pet. This is a terribly sad occasion for our household. When I found out, I sobbed all the way home. It's an hour drive.
So how do you handle bad news at work? You go into the warehouse, find a dark corner, have a quick but thorough cry, wipe your face, and get back to work. Then let it all out when you leave. Having this kind of control over one's emotions is terribly difficult. I have found that when I'm in the "mood" to cry, there's little that can stop it, and when I have the "opportunity" to cry, I'm not in the "mood".
Back to Lucy. That puppy was the single most cutest, adorable, and loving puppy to paw the earth. She was a member of the family. It feels like we lost a member of the family. Practically the entire household revolved around the cuteness. For good reason. She was the most well behaved dog ever, and she never went to doggy training, she didn't have to. Lucy came out perfect. :)
I know one day, I'll be able to think about Lucy without tearing up, be able to remember all the happy times, and none of this sadness. But for now, I'm giving in to the tears, knowing the tears are because I loved Lucy 100%. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
So here's to you Lucy, may you rest in eternal peace, and I'll see you in heaven when I get there. Love you cuteness.
:)
