Back on April 5th I lost my heart dog Panda suddenly to hemangiosarcoma. Within 6 hours he went from fine to gone.
I got Panda just 11 days after my lab Bella died. He helped me heal tremendously. I’m not sure if the difference here is I had Panda for 8 years and Bella for 4 (I didn’t have her, her whole life)
I did visit the animal shelter two weeks after Panda died but I couldn’t do it. Now I’ve been thinking about it more and more and instead of feeling sad about a new dog (though I would give anything to have Panda back) I feel excited. It’s empty without a companion in the house. I’ll be looking in July
I figured I’m ready because I can smile at some memories of Panda now instead of crying and don’t cry when thinking about other dogs. Why then does it feel almost wrong to be excited?