Hugs Elsa.
This is my first post at DOL.
Suzanne recently told me about your loss of Miss Timothy and I wanted to express my sympathy. She was a magic dog and very special. Although I never met her in person I always felt I knew her. Your descriptions of her made her very real to me.
It took me a long time to get over the loss of my first Deerhound Herne. Perhaps because he had been so terribly abused before I rescued him and I promised him he would never be hurt or frightened again? Always felt I broke that promise. He did not die peacefully and well.
I was tormented by nightmares about him for a long time afterwards.
Sometimes I wanted to talk about Herne. Often talked far too much but my doggy friends understood. Other times I didn't want to talk at all.
Writing about him helped a lot. Eventually I could remember the good times. The funny times. Instead of only the terrible day when he died. That's when the bad dreams stopped.
Seven months after Herne's death I went to the Royal Melbourne show on Deerhound day. Got to the third benched dog and broke down in tears. The dog's owners didn't think I was an idiot. They understood.
Weyland Deerhound was born 8 months and 1 day after Herne's death. We've been soul mates for six years now.
Herne will never be forgotten. Nor will any of the other special dogs we have loved over the years. With time you can talk and remember them without feeling like your insides are being ripped out. You never forget them. They are always a part of you.
Hope this helps a bit Elsa.
Anne...
