Gordita is lost. The same one who gives me hugs and kisses every morning before I get up. The same one who cant wait for me to walk through the door in the afternoon. That Gordita is lost. There is a hole in my middle that I cannot cry enough tears to fill. My Gordita is lost.
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Nich, that's terrible, I'm sorry to hear it. My condolences. . . .
I know how you feel, it sucks really really really bad and that is about all you can say about it.
I am really sorry to hear it, she was a very sweet dog.
~Nate
Today is day three. No one has seen her since monday night. It has been raining and cold here since my baby girl left in such a hurry. I am trying to hold tightly to hope, but my grasp is tenuous and my muscles week from exhaustion.
Don't loose hope yet my friend.. try to grasp the positive & remember her playful greetings and the positive. Let's just hope that she's been found and someone hasn't noticed the millions of posters yet ;)
Today is the frist day since monday that our house door has been shut. I feel better since I went back to work, or hopeful at least. I never realized just how much of a crutch she had become for us. We will just have to lean more on one another until we meet her again.
I hope that you find her. God only knows how we actually survive parenthood when lost puppies hurt so much. :( I've had two pets go missing and it broke my heart both times. Being old enough to remember hurt is part of what makes us adults. Sucks to be us.
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