It has officially been 24 hours since my dog pocky passed away. I had him for 12 years. 12 loving years of my life. I knew he was getting old and especially having diabetes (which he died of complications from it) I knew that I would have to say bye one day. I just honestly wasn't ready. I didn't want to have a life without him. When the emergency vet gave me the options of 1. put him to sleep or 2. pay 10k and try everything they can to save him including keeping him in the hospital for up to a week, with the chance of him still passing. I still chose 2. I couldn't even bear the thought of putting him to sleep. I was balling my eyes out. Not only was I balling my eyes out, I took it out on my instagram stories and poured out my grief for everyone to see. I didn't expect to, but it felt like I needed to put my grief somewhere because it was all too overwhelming for me to deal with.
When I signed the papers and came home I received another call from the vet telling me he had passed. That's when I truly lost it. I went back to see him for the last time and collect his shirt he was wearing and receive a refund, but I was gone. I honestly did not think it would hurt this bad. I wasn't prepared for it. I've had pets all my life growing up. I've lost them along the way ( i love them all just as much), but with Pocky, we were together for 12 years. He wont come see me when I come home, or lay down and roll over for belly rubs anymore. I don't know how to be me without him, and while that sounds crazy dramatic, it's how I feel. I loved that dog so deeply, and even though it's been 24 hours. Tears still keep coming out of my eyes at any given time, and I cant control it either.
After everything that happened and I cried myself to sleep, I woke up to over 100 messages on instagram from everyone. From people I've never talked to, from followers, from friends, family. All sharing words of comfort and sending me so much love. That has never happened before, and as horrible as I was feeling, I felt insanely comforted by a community of amazing people. If I could hug everyone I would. Thank you for making my grief feel bearable for just a moment. Last night at 9pm my mom came over and saw that I was laying in my bed in darkness and she called me baby (something that she hasn't done in a very long time) and told me that we gave him the best life possible and that everyone was happy with him for 12 years. I understand that now, I was just so overcome with grief. I still can't deal with it and it still feels so heavy. I feel a little bit ok today but it still hurts. I just wanted to lay this all down for me to remind myself one day, just how much I loved him.