Her last night with us.
A smile and a wink, despite her pain. She was always smiling like that.
In our old house, when she was younger, Copper would flop down in the yard and sun. It was the cutest thing ever....she would be totally out.
The younger Copper, enjoying all the love from Amanda and her friends.
This came from the vet who put Copper down. She was wonderful and so compassionate. I didn't expect to get Copper's pawprints, so this was a nice surprise (although it made me cry again). We're still waiting to receive her ashes.
Close up of Copper's pawprints. She had such cute, little, puppy paws.
Again, thank you to everyone who has shown me such kindness and comfort. I wish I had the time and emotional energy to respond individually to each of you and I feel so guilty that I don't.
I promise to get back to my regular blogging soon and to visit each of you in return.
I tried to get out of the house on Monday in an attempt to escape from the sadness. But as soon as I got in the van, I remembered what happened the last time I was in it...that I had taken Copper to the hospital.
Call me crazy, but I actually pet the air in the space she had laid in, in between the two front seats, crying and telling her I love her.
I was waiting for another sign as I drove, in the form that I usually receive them.....music.
The first song had no meaning to me, but I felt compelled to leave it on. Then they announced the band....Toto. Toto was my parent's and sisters' dog who recently passed away and one of Copper's buddies.
I changed the station and heard, "I'm gonna run to you...." And I smiled and cried.
Next song was the new one, "Who Knew" by Pink and again, I just left it on not knowing what it was about. Then I heard:
"I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything
When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better"
"I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss
Until we meet again
And time makes
I wish I could remember
But I keep
You visit me in my sleep
I miss you
So by the time I got to the post office, I was sobbing uncontrollably and thought I'd have to go back home. But I sat in the parking lot letting it all out for about ten minutes and then got myself together.
I headed to Home Depot next and had to pass the animal hospital and Petco. And lost it again.
There are just so many things that make me cry. Going up the stairs for the first time without her. I usually had to carry her up when I went to bed and I literally could not walk up the stairs that first night. I had to turn around, pace the hall crying for awhile, then use every ounce of strength I had to walk up without her.
Tonight was the first night I've had to cook dinner since we lost Copper. Usually, she is right under my feet when I cook, something that used to annoy me to no end. Tonight, I would've given anything to have her back there, begging for food and tripping me up.
But I smiled a big smile for her and said, "Copper, can you smell this dinner? I know you'd love this one, and I bet wherever you are right now you actually get to eat it!"
We're waiting for her ashes to be delivered to us. I don't know what I'll do when that day comes. Every time the doorbell rings (and it rings alot), I freeze and fear overcomes me, but so far it's always been someone else.
I've moved her blankie out of the corner of our bedroom, her bowls out of the kitchen, her sleeping bag out of her favorite chair. It was just too hard to look at those things, but now the house seems even more empty than before.
I sleep hugging her collar to my face at night and every time I hear her tags make a clinging sound, for a split second, it feels like she's there and then I remember all over again.
Right now, I seem to be stuck in do-over mode. I want to go back and do it all over again. I want to turn the van around and come back home and see if she could hang on for longer, even though I know that wouldn't be the right thing to do. I just want to take it back. I want to wake up and have it not be true.
I just want her back so bad. :(