Today is the four-week mark of Boo Boo's physical death. (I say "physical" because even though his body died, his spirit never will.) His sudden and quick decline left me in a state of shocked grief for a few days. I lost my appetite and cried what felt like buckets of tears. My heart ached over his sudden loss from my life and from our home. He was such a special part of both of those things. My safe place, home, was painful to be in because almost everywhere in the house reminded me of him, especially some of the most used and seen spots. It was hard not having his constant, comforting presence there anymore. It was depressingly quiet without his barking. The first ten days or so were the worst. But I felt reassured that he was where he was supposed to be, and he was really happy there with Yogi, and that I'd be with him again someday. My broken heart has started healing sooner than I thought it would because of that. I knew those things with our other pets who have died too, but for some reason this time with Boo Boo, who is my favorite pet of all time, who has been such a comfort to me during some really hard times in my life, it was more reassuring than ever before. And that is a blessing.
I took more pictures than these of my last days with Boo Boo, but I only want to put a few them in this post.