The End of Day 1

I'm coming up on dinnertime for my pups. I had two 15 year old dachshunds that are litter mates, and now only my girl remains. Wednesday night/yesterday moring our boy threw up off and on throughout the night. He wouldn't eat or drink. I always told myself that would be the final straw. He was just so tired. IVDD and a heart murmur finally got the best of him.

He crossed the bridge and was laid to rest near a pond where he liked to swim and roam in the woods. We let his sister sniff him before we covered him in roses and dirt, then finished his resting place with a rock border and spring flowers.

Waking up to light this morning and not his footsteps downstairs almost killed me. Our girl doxie soon woke up and we made the trip downstairs and outside. After she ate and pottied, she looked everywhere for her brother. We told her it was okay to be sad. She sniffed his blankets and laid upon them to nap.

I want to be strong for her and will uphold our routines for dinner here shortly, but our pups just loved dinnertime and snuggles with all of us on the couch after dinner. Even though I know 15 years is amazing for my pups, my life feels like it will be incomplete, my heart broken forever. I can't imagine doing this again with our girl when her time comes. My hubby and I have no living children and love our puppies so much. Sending love and strength to all who grieve as I do. 🌈🩵💜🌈