Lots of memories, moments of togetherness but finally it always comes to an end. At every nook you let go of someone & yet you never learn to let go…it still leaves behind an aching scar. And death you cannot cheat.
Ps-Sorry fluff, this write up isn’t that great & you deserve a much better, more heartfelt post but its so tough to write about things that are so precious to you because language falls short of capturing a grieving soul
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Hi,
I left blogging some two years back and have started again recently. So, I looked for all the comments I received on my previous posts and yours was there too. So, I am adding you to my fav blog list and would appreciate if you can comment on my blog too.
Now, there is a reason to add your blog to my fav list. I have not read any other post on your blog apart from the one you wrote for your pet (its more than a pet I know). Actually, I also lost my Pet or my kiddo brother (more apt to say). His name is naughty and I still have writen anything about it because I think I can write only when my skills reach a certain level as he deserves much better.
But your write was certainly good and so well written that I could relate to your fluff. My pet's name was Naughty and I will share with you my write up on him as soon I will be able to come up with something good.
Each point in your story was similar to me like not fulfilling the responsibilities after promising initially and all other things too..
Well, let smile once for the wonderful souls of Fluff and Naughty. And also, my wife loves pets as she had one too.
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ummm..the best thing about my dog ... when i rubbed my nose against his...and licked my face with his tongue :)
later on when we moved out for studies mom was his favourite and whenever he felt she was giving us more attention when we used to come back during breaks, he would start barking and get all sulky...
maybe it was good he did not die infront of me...dont know how i would have handled it
hey,
I have 3 dogs, and the youngest one is restless when i am not home, she will listen to me like my daughter, she obeys and she is all too excited at the first sound i make when i am coming home. She asks to be picked up and she likes being held like a small child. In times of loneliness she has pulled me through.
Do let me know if u get time to read some of my work. THanks for reading.
RIP
heart tugging!
Let love and peace be with every grieving soul.
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