Preparing to Say Goodbye
After battling and doing everything possible to combat dementia and Degenerative Myelopathy for the past several months, it has reached a point where things just aren’t going to be getting better. My girl Bindi is now just existing with frustration and that just isn’t fair. So she will be leaving my side in the next 48 hours or so. Just have to schedule it.
She has been the most wonderful companion to walk along side me in this complex journey of life. I’m saddened to see time ravage her to this point but grateful that she had 16 years to share her life and love with me.
She chose me almost 16 years back and I couldn’t be more grateful. She taught me to love, laugh, and live deeper than I ever thought could be possible. I wish she could stay here forever as she’s one of the most perfect and beautiful things I’ve ever come across. It scares me to think of how my life will be without her by my side. It saddens me to think of a world without my Bindi. This world needs more beauty and love in it and sadly, it’s losing a powerful asset.
I’m beside myself and wonder when the tears will end. If the prior losses of her brothers are any indication, then I guess they will always be there. Rushing over me like powerful waves to remind me of the impact they made on my life.
I know in time, I’ll be able to think positively about her...just as I do with her brothers who journeyed on ahead already. But it’ll take time to learn how to live with these wounds and to think of the healthy and good days instead of focusing so heavily on the complex final ones. These next couple of days are going to be tough and I wouldn’t wish the emptiness and numb feeling that’s trapped inside of me on my worst enemy.
I love you Bindi girl. I’m sorry that our time has to come to an end. I’m sorry you couldn’t spend your last days in your golden years scarfing down tasty grub while running on strong legs. Soon you’ll be able to run free. I hope you’ll visit me in my dreams and that we can still have the occasional adventure together through them. I hope that one day, we will see each other again in some form of existence. I hope I gave you a good life full of joy and love. I hope you know just how much you’ll be missed...
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Dude I'm reading this with tears in my eyes.. And I'm not even bullshitting you.. Sorry for my laungauge but fuck that is the worst thing... We also had to let go of our German Shephard last year.. It was heart breaking.. Especially knowing it's going to end soon broke me so bad
And she is such a beautifull dog... I wish you the best of luck.. And stay strong my friend
So sad :( Wasn't it just a few months ago that you lost one of her brothers?
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I am so sorry:(
So sorry. Losing a dog is tough. They are not called mans best friend for nothing. Hugs. X
Oh @blewitt. My heart is breaking for you. I am so sorry. 😪
So sorry to hear that.
I'm so sorry Chris <3 sending a huge hug your way. I know she means the world to you...
So sorry for your loss. She’s such a beautiful companion.
Again, I think now isn't the time for platitudes that can seem empty and valueless despite their best intentions. Your journey with Bindi is coming to an end, but you'll take her everywhere you go, in your memories. Stay strong bro.
They say people look like their dogs, but not you...She's way better looking. 😉 I'm not sure humour is the right thing at this stage but I thought you'd understand the place it comes from mate.
Bro hugs my brother.
Live long and prosper!
May her soul live in eternity.
That is a truly beautiful creature, I can see why you went back home.
Keep the posts coming. We're here following along.
I'm so sorry for your loss, it's never easy to say good bye, and in all honesty they really never go from our hearts. My Kira was a husky too she left me way before her time (only 8) fifteen years ago, I still feel her in my heart, beating alive in my memories, I'm sure that with time remembrance will summon a smile, I'm so sorry it has to hurt now cos love is that way, that's the way it is. She was a glorious bright spark and these decisions are difficult, one of my dear friends has lost his dog too this week to cancer :( he had to decide to say good bye, but that is also a way of love. Nothing else I can say but sending a big hug. And safe journey over the rainbow bridge Little One! sure she'll wait for her dad!
I snuggled my two Shepherds extra hard last night while thinking of you and Bindi. It's an incredibly hard decision to make, but you know its the right one.
Time will heal your heart. But you get to keep all of the great memories.
Bro... Not enough words to express to you... I'm sorry that she's been suffering and that you've been suffering. It is a tribute to you that you've been suffering along with her, it shows your love for her. We who love you will not let you walk this alone.
The loss of a partner who provides unconditional love is inconsolable. I’ve been through this and have sympathy for you and what your going through now as well as the months ahead. It sounds like you provided the best for Bindi and made her life practically perfect, as short as that time seams to be. Lots of good memories over those years I bet. We can’t help but want just a little more out of life.. just a little more time. That’s the sucky part about death. I will keep you, your family and Bindi in my thoughts and prayers 😔
I had a toy poodle too. I gave him away to a friend who took care of him with care. His name is Cookie, deriving from his brown fur. I got him when he was still the size of my palm. I passed him to my friend worrying that its fur might cause allergy to the new arrival of a baby in the family. Cookie was 7 years old that time. 3 years ago when he was 17 years old, my friend called me one day informing me Cookie was struggling with aging sickness. I went to see him the next day. He saw me. He was lying on his mattress. He saw me. He recognized me. Occasionally he tried to get up but failed. I spent hours with him, cuddling him. The next day my friend told me he had gone. I chose to believe that he waited for me before he left. I still wonder if he wondered where was his original co owner. Why she never came to see him for the last time. I should have quietly told him that day.