I've been trying to think and talk about other things but the dression is getting worse. Maybe if I write about it it will help. Fox was a retired racing greyhound, I adopted him when he was 3yrs old, 9yrs ago. He would have been 12yrs old in December. That is way past the life expectancy of a greyhound, 9 to 11 years is max. He started acting sick and I took him to the vet. He was running a high fever and dehydrated. They kept him but he did not improve. After a few days they did an xray. They found a large mass in his lung. The vet told me he could not survive a surgery that the most humane thing would be to put him to sleep.
My son and I went to the vets office Thrusday afternoon, held him and watched him die. I had such and over flow of emotion, emotions I never have in real life. But I guess all that pint up came out. I cried and cried. I didn't daydream that afternoon. I called in sick to work the next day. I was sick, I was so depressed. Then after the weekend, and the holiday Monday. I still am depressed. I'm back to feeling numb. But I seem to need to daydream to escape it, I'm at work and I can't concentrate, I don't want to see anyone, talk to anyone. I need to snap out of it. But I don't know how.
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