My hubby went on the walk he would usually take our dog on and in his pocket he had some pieces of her fur he'd picked up off the vets floor.
He got to the piece of grass where she would stop and sniff and scattered the fur along the patch of grass.
We both shed a tear
I thought what a lovely thing to do.
Today has been hard as I went into work and had to tell my colleagues.
It was difficult when I came home as she wasn't there to welcome me.
I hovered at the door with the key in and waited before I went in.
It was awful,she wasn't there. I looked at her bed and broke down.
I spent a few minutes in the garden where she loved to be and sobbed
People keep telling me it will get better.
I'm grieving like I haven't grieved before even when my dad died( does that sound horrible?)
Being the eldest child and my parents being divorced I had to sort out all the funeral arrangements and I was told by relatives," you have to be strong,be brave"
It took me a long time to come to terms because I was putting on a brave face.
Did me no good at all