Dec 2 2013 Good Things
Dec. 2nd, 2013 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The weirdest thing about this grief so far is the absence of Rogue's presence; the sheer number of times I turn to look for him and he is not physically there.
- Have decided that talking to my recenty deceased dog as a kind of guiding force is not weird, and is in fact good copes.
- Tea. I'm half-Brit, what can I say, emergency/crisis = tea (as does basically every other situation).
- Music. It covers up the lack of canine noises in the house, and provides something for my mind to focus on.
- Years of therapy, providing a healthy foundation of coping skills to fall back on.
- Snuggling up to my partner at night.
- That moment, just for a second, when I thought the dog was still alive when I woke up, was excruciating bliss.
- My grandmother is coming to visit in less than three weeks and that will provide much needed grandma time, distraction, and Things To Do.
- Made my mom and I breakfast this morning, which prevented me from eating chocolate whipped cream for breakfast and made sure my mom actually ate. (Instead we had homemade bread toasted, scrambled eggs with bell pepper, and tea.)
- Bread making. Seriously, best distraction ever right now.
- Light box. Win.
- Surprisingly, eleven things. Have updated the Rogue Memorial Flickr Pool with more photos.
- And more. Gotten a lot of nice messages here and on facebook and by text and everything, including my sister actually (gasp) saying, "I love you" and a friend donating to Border Terrier Rescue in Rogue's memory, which is about the sweetest thing ever. <3
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Date: 2013-12-02 04:23 pm (UTC)My nan had a dog, Scamp, when I was growing up. He was her dog in name, but if I called, he came, so he was my dog in our hearts. He guarded me, adored me, slept on my feet while I read, got old as I grew up. If I try to think of the purest comfort I've ever had, it'd be him or my grampy. So I still talk to him, still try to imagine his weight on my feet when I'm sat reading or crocheting, still sometimes feel that if I turned around, he'd be there. We carry them with us -- they'll never leave us. It's completely normal and it is a good way to cope. Rogue's with you and will never leave.
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Date: 2013-12-02 09:22 pm (UTC)*huge hugs*
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Date: 2013-12-03 05:38 am (UTC)xxooxxoo for allt he good things!
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Date: 2013-12-04 02:21 am (UTC)*hugs hugs* Still thinking of you. You are looking after yourself in amazing ways, and I'm glad that you can see it.