Here I am, two weeks after losing Beasley, the Very Best Dog Ever, and it sure is quiet around here. I’ve cleared out most of his things — his bed, his leopard-skin fleece, the bag of first aid supplies my daughter Maggie helped put together back when I was preparing for my Chasing Light journey, his meds, the rest of his food, his treats, three hollow bones containing dried remnants of peanut butter, and his favorite squeaky toy.
Sorry to hear about Beasley, Rebecca, I miss Barney (Barnabas), my Goldie, lost to cancer. The grief remains... every time I see a Goldie, I've got to stop and say hello.
My heart knows what your heart is feeling now. It never gets easier, and is even harder when your friend held that special place in your heart. Having another helps a great deal, doesn’t replace by any means, but it does feel good to wrap your arms around a warm furry body. I am sorry you lost Beasley, and plant daffodils around him when you bury his ashes. We always do. We are on our 12th golden right now, and I forgot (literally I did) what a pain, yet such a joy, a puppy can be! Love you Bec!💗
You write with such passion and pathos. All of us who have lost an animal friend get it. The grief never goes away. It just gets woven into the fabric of our lives. I write about the passing of our rescue dog Oaxaca. I'll post it on Substack
I know it's too soon, but I also know Beasley will be so pleased when your heart is ready to rescue another furry love again. He may even guide you to him or her. For now, just close your eyes and remember his goodness.
"Like" barely comes close.... Grazie mille for the depth of your wisdom. The closest I can get to describing your words is profound, and that's not even in the same realm..... Peace.
Into the Quiet
It's so hard to lose them. I'm very, very sorry.
Beasley had a great life with you.
Sorry to hear about Beasley, Rebecca, I miss Barney (Barnabas), my Goldie, lost to cancer. The grief remains... every time I see a Goldie, I've got to stop and say hello.
My heart knows what your heart is feeling now. It never gets easier, and is even harder when your friend held that special place in your heart. Having another helps a great deal, doesn’t replace by any means, but it does feel good to wrap your arms around a warm furry body. I am sorry you lost Beasley, and plant daffodils around him when you bury his ashes. We always do. We are on our 12th golden right now, and I forgot (literally I did) what a pain, yet such a joy, a puppy can be! Love you Bec!💗
You write with such passion and pathos. All of us who have lost an animal friend get it. The grief never goes away. It just gets woven into the fabric of our lives. I write about the passing of our rescue dog Oaxaca. I'll post it on Substack
Best to you Rebecca!
I know it's too soon, but I also know Beasley will be so pleased when your heart is ready to rescue another furry love again. He may even guide you to him or her. For now, just close your eyes and remember his goodness.
🥹they are such a gift. All love and wonderful memories. ❤️
"Like" barely comes close.... Grazie mille for the depth of your wisdom. The closest I can get to describing your words is profound, and that's not even in the same realm..... Peace.