A diary entry on death of a pet dog
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The day our dog died was indeed the saddest day in my life. I have lost friends, relatives and siblings through death, but I grieved more over this one dog than any human that passed on.
The sadness that prevailed was deep from within my soul. My days, weeks, were filled with depression. I felt as if a blue mist surrounded my soul. Even when not thinking of him, I was so sad. It felt as if a part of me was gone, and I was so aware of it, it was with me everywhere at ever minute. I remember telling my wife, I am so tired, I miss him so much. She felt the same way. We lost interest in just about anything we found pleasure in. It took a long time to get over this.
Ever since then, something within me changed. I was never really a dog person to begin with, he was just a pet, until he died, then I realized how much of a friend he was. But afterwards, long afterwards, when the grieving subsided, I developed a passion for dogs. I couldn’t help but notice a dog, where ever I was. I was instantly drawn to dogs from that point on, would go out of my way to check a dog out, or just to pet one, etc… Five years later, we now have adopted 3 beautiful loving dogs from the local shelter and couldn’t imagine life without them.
Its funny how someone could be totally transformed by the love and loss of one dog. I will never forget him, and till this day, it still brings a tear to my eye when I think of him. And I know that if it wasn’t for him, we would not have saved these 3 beautiful dogs.