Everything Is Different

A little over a week ago, we had to make one of the worst decisions. Last Saturday, our sweet Coco made his journey over The Rainbow Bridge. Between that decision and making the call and that day, our brains temporarily acted as if we were mathematicians. 

The same thing happened when we had to make that decision with our sweet Sophie girl. That call. The day she made her journey over The Rainbow Bridge. 

As Dog Moms, I can't even begin to describe the pain and heartache. Our kids are our life. They always have been. They always will be. Our life revolves around them. 

Last year, at this time, Sophie began to show signs of Canine Dementia. After an appointment with her doctor, it was confirmed. She was put on medication. That didn't work. She was put on another medication. Nothing worked. Long story short, she went downhill quickly. The medications were only prolonging the inevitable. 

I remember last November when I began making handcrafted Christmas ornaments for our kids. We knew it was going to be Sophie's last Christmas with us. It tore me apart. I put it off and off and off. 

I am fairly certain that I finally got our family Christmas ornaments made a week before Christmas. And they came out shitty. Because. I worked on them while crying. 

At the time, I had no idea it would be Coco's last Christmas with us. 

When Coco began showing identical signs, we decided not to go down the route of medication. Like with Sophie, his condition rapidly declined. 

It was non-stop care around the clock. 

We went through the same thing with Sophie. 

And. 

We did it. 

Because. 

They were our kids. 

Our world. 

We would do it over a million times over again. 

When Sophie made her journey over The Rainbow Bridge in February, it hit us hard. Our hearts were shattered. We grieved. Our kids grieved. We all had to adjust. We had to get through the "lasts." The "firsts." And everything in between. 

What we were not prepared for was Coco making his journey over The Rainbow Bridge 7 months later. Having to go through the "firsts" and the "lasts" again. 

Adjusting. 

This was a week of "firsts." 

I have used an abundance of tissues every single day. 

Lobo and Willa have taken it hard too. 

Aside from Lisa being at work, our entire life has revolved around Lobo and Willa grieving. Adjusting. Not knowing why Coco isn't "here."

Everything is different.

Meals. 

Snacks. 

Snuggle time. 

Playtime. 

Outdoor time. 

Everything. 

It is beyond hard. 

Losing 2 of our kids in less than a year?

Why?