It’s only been a few days and yet I can still find myself thinking about Bindi.
It’s incredibly hard to explain the situation, however I am sure most people can relate who have had to do it will understand what I mean when I talk about the statement below, which the bit I keep trying to process and I guess forget to a degree.
The bit that keeps going through my mind is my dog going from this lively thing to this lifeless body of blood and bone. That in itself is the hardest thing. While she was lively, she was still sick, but what I mean is alive and responsive to your voice, not to mention things around her.
This is certainly going to take some time to process, and I know it’s just part of grieving and mourning a loss.