Sunday, June 8, 2014

The pain of grief - literally

We have a new family member.  Her name is Peony.  She is a mix of something but we don't know what.  We don't know what her parentage is, but that is okay.  I have mixed feelings in a way about this.  I do much better with a dog.  I need to lower my anxiety and petting and hugging her will completely help but I also grieve for Maisy.  This lovely, little, 10 pound dog needed a home and we needed her so basically, we are a good fit that way.  She has explored the house and seems to like us.  She is a furniture jumper so we will work on that.  She seems to like Heather BT and I a lot.  Tomorrow will be my first day with her by myself.  I am looking forward to it.  She is a good girl so far.  Q seems to be getting along well with her too.  Peony is learning to come when called.  She gets a treat when she does.  Eventually, she won't need this but right now she does.  I don't think I will ever get over Maisy, as she was my first love, but I think I have enough room in my aching heart for this lovely, little dog named Peony.

Painwise - grief has taken a toll on my body.  My headaches have been torturous this week.  Simply torturous.  My body aches, my head aches, I don't think there is much on me that doesn't ache.  It is so unfair.  My heart aches for Maisy and my body physically aches for Maisy.  It has been a week since our little furbaby left us and went to Heaven.  I miss her so much.

I hope someday I won't hurt so much, but I never will forget that beautiful, sweet, little Maisy girl, NEVER.  I will love her forever.


  1. I'm so sorry Heather, I know how much you loved that little one.

  2. I become horribly, physically ill when I experience the death of a loved one. When my brother died, I was sick in bed for 10 days after his funeral. When my mom passed, same thing. When my husband's best friend died, I got the flu after that, too. When my dog, Hector died, I was sick in bed for 3 days. We adopted a new puppy about 5 months after Hector passed. It's been a huge challenge, and he is now 2 1/2 years old and I'm FINALLY starting to figure out what he's all about! LOL! Completely different dog! As for Maisy, and with our boy, Hector, they take a piece of your heart forever. Grief sucks.