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Hi

I thought by posting this and letting it out that I’m might get closer to accepting it and start to try to cope. It hurts that she’s gone. That I’ll never get to cuddle with her again, never see her greet me at the door when I go back to my mom’s house, never see her beg for popcorn again, never play tug a war with her again, never dress her up in silly costumes again, never hear her bark in the middle of the night again and keep everyone awake again, never have her join me on the couch and sit in the most inconvenient positions possible again, never see her little tongue that constantly pokes out of her mouth again, never see her snaggletooth again, never get her toys and treats for Christmas and her birthday again, never struggle to get her to take a bath again, so many things I’ll never get to do again and it hurts so bad. I’m starting to cry while typing this and I don’t know why, it’s been two weeks since she was put down and besides crying that day I haven’t cried since. Maybe because I’m finally writing out my thoughts that it’s begun to actually set in. I can’t describe how much it hurts, the best I can do is that it feels like a part of me is gone. It hurts and I don’t know when it will stop hurting. 

I’m currently depressed. My dog, Libby, the one in my profile picture, had to be put down recently. She was 16 and I’ve had her since I was in second grade. She was always there for me and losing her is really hard. Whether it was when I struggled with my depression, had a hard time at school, or struggled with my family issues, she was always there to make me feel better. When I was younger my depression was really bad and sometimes had suicidal thoughts. My mom helped and so did my therapist and I eventually got through it and don’t have those thoughts now but back then besides my mom and therapist the one who helped me the most was Libby. She would cuddle with me and do silly things that made me laugh. It’s been two weeks since we had to put her down because she was in so much pain and it still doesn’t feel real. I’ve barely cried since losing her because I live 3 hours away from my mom where Libby lived so it feels like she’ll still be there when I go home. It hasn’t really set in that she’s gone and I’m struggling to accept it and I know when I do I won’t be able to stop crying. 

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