How do you say goodbye ?
We can rationalise, question, rationalise and question again, but we’re never prepared to say that final goodbye.
Then you realise it is his journey, not yours. Realise you have to let go. Realise it’s time to say goodbye. But it’s okay.
It’s called grieving. It’s called love. It’s called loss.
Bottom line though, my heart is breaking. Breaking into a million pieces. Breaking as though its never been broken before.
You’d think it’d get easier. But it dosen’t. Hurt is hurt, pain is pain, grief is grief.
And there was so much hurt, pain and grief at being told 8 weeks ago that our beloved Simon has a highly aggressive cancer. In the 8 weeks following, we have seen our beautiful boy succumb to this ferocious disease.
Our beautiful Simon aka Big-bigs came into our lives 6 years ago as a happy go lucky 9-year-old dachshund whose attitude was simply divine. He was in need of a new home following a divorce, and from the moment he set his furry paws on our doorstep, we became one and our family was complete.
Over the last 6 years we have been so lucky to have shared our lives with this beautiful, quirky, funny soul. He has lit up our lives and given us so much more than we have given him.
And now it’s time to let him trot, as only Big-bigs does, across the rainbow bridge where his soul will be forever free. Free to dig for bugs hidden deep within the dirt. Free to grumble at any other souls who try to take a favourite toy. Free to bark as loud as he can when playing in the pool.
We will love you forever, special soul. We are broken, but we are so blessed to have shared our lives with you.
Sweet dreams Big-bigs …