Coming to Terms with Sadness
collegecapricorn
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Recently, I lost my dog. Now, for many, this is something that saddens and you move on from. For me, it's not. Even though it was her time, I am deeply saddened by her dealth. Tonight I visited my parents for the first time since she died, and so many memories kept coming back. I can't seem to win. All the good memories make me sadder. To understand why, I guess I'd have to say that this dog was intertwined with my abuse. She came to us, a stray, in the midst of my undertermened length of abuse. Feeling sad for her has, for the first time, given me perspective on saddness. I don't think I ever truely understood its meaning, or how to describe it. Understanding that made me look back at my childhood and realize how sad I really was. This dog was always there, a comfort and savor. She was always the one who made that sadness bearable, and now I think about it and wonder how to treat my saddness without her.
Remembering the good times with her; however, has not gone without punishment I guess. I also remembered today, somethings I didn't think I would, and all I really want now is to be selfesh and have her back.
I guess I'm rambling now, but even this sad, it helps to talk about her. Thanks for reading.
CC
Remembering the good times with her; however, has not gone without punishment I guess. I also remembered today, somethings I didn't think I would, and all I really want now is to be selfesh and have her back.
I guess I'm rambling now, but even this sad, it helps to talk about her. Thanks for reading.
CC