I understand that he was just a dog. I honestly do. That didn't change how I felt when I had to take him to the vet to put him down. Now that this is over, I realize how much time and energy I had spent trying to make his last summer a happy one for him. I think I did that, though.
Now, that Spike is gone, I'm still crying, but not as much. I really miss him, a lot! Yet, it's time to get life back to normal. I came home from visiting my daughter. It was good to get away. Now, I have to begin sorting through the messes that Spike made. Remember the chair he ate? Now, I can take care of that. Now, I have the time to get my life back to normal and to do the things I wasn't able to do when I sat outside because Spike was outside by his tree.
Soon, I know that I'll even start looking at other dogs. Right now, I still feel that it's a bit unfaithful to do that. Soon, I know I will. It will take a bit of time, but life will get better again. I have no doubts about that. I'll never forget Spike, but it is time to move on. Soon, more blogs about beads and beaders. Just like it was time to take Spike to the vet for one last time, it's now time to take a step away from him. I'll always cherish the memories. He'll have a place in my heart, but it's time to move on.
Tomorrow, I'll take my second walk without him. It wasn't so bad today. The walk felt good. I look forward to tomorrow.
