Yesterday, I was going through some bills and old mail that had been put in the drawer where "those things go" in our house and came across an envelope from our vet. It was opened, but I'd never seen it before. Out of the envelope I pulled a sympathy card sent by Doc regarding O'Malley's passing. There was a note in it from the doc, expressing his sympathy and saying, "We tried so hard" and a little clipping with some suggested readings about grief.
I was dumbfounded; why hadn't I been given this when it came? My daughter defended her actions and my husband's, saying, "It came so soon after he died, and we didn't want you to be upset." I understand this but....still.
Since I opened that card, I've been down. I have had days where things were okay, and I have taken so much joy from my babies, but GOD....I just miss him so much. I've lost pets before, and it has always been heart-wrenching, but there was something about this time. I loved him so, and I wanted to make him right, make him well, to be able to look at him 6 months from now and marvel at how far we'd come, and how love can really heal all. I feel like I let him down, my sweet baby who barely had a chance to live. My family says we did everything we could, that no one could have done better, but I am left with my thoughts that jab at my heart and insist, "DID you do the best you could have? Did you?"
My husbands says I have to let him go. When he says this, I want to punch him in the face. I don't want to let him go. That was the point - to hold him and love him and keep him. How can he not understand?
I'm sorry....I just needed to say this, and I'm not so sure that, were I to post this on my blog site or Facebook or anywhere else, that my family wouldn't think I need professional help.
I'm not over him. My heart just aches.