I’m coming up on the 8 week mark and the time that has passed really hit me today….when I looked at my dog.
I have a great little dog who was my ‘baby’ for over 1.5 years until I had Sweetie. He’s a snuggler and I adore him. But he is high maintenance on the grooming side, and I have religiously taken him into the groomer every month since he was a puppy.
Well, the last trip to the groomer was mid-April, when I told our regular grooming ladies that I was expecting my second baby (they know nothing of the other 5, but I don’t work that into the conversation often). They have seen Sweetie grow up when I brought her in as we dropped my dog off each month. They were so happy for me as people tend to be when they hear news of a new baby-to-be.
Well, with my loss in May, my dog obviously didn’t make it in to see the groomer that week. And then I canceled his June appointment, too. I just couldn’t bear going in there and having them happily ask me about the baby when I knew I would lose it. I’ve been putting it off and putting it off, and now I feel horrible.
My poor little guy is so overgrown and matted that he is probably going to need to be shaved. I’m an awful dog-mama, I was so stuck on my own grief and fear of telling others my sad news in public that I unintentionally neglected him. I know, he’ll forgive me. But this is a wake-up call that I can’t totally stick my head in the sand as much as I may want to.