One year - a letter to Dachuny

It's been a year since you've been gone, and still not a day goes by that I don't think of you, or miss you, or wish you were here.  It's hard not to relive the day you died, hour by hour. But I know I can't linger there for long.  It's just too sad and doesn't honour the life you lived.  You were so loved, are so loved, and missed by everyone who knew you.  I hope I get to see you again one day.  Jasmine woke up your dad at just the right moment so that we could talk about and remember you.  We still cheers to you whenever we clink glasses.  Cheers to Dachuny! we say, and our hearts ache a little.  There's relief in that the waves of grief come less often and less intense usually.  But sometimes, they are huge and feel just as big as when you left us.  I love you as much as I always did; we both do and always will, and we will miss you for the rest of our lives.  Run free and happy my sweet boy.

Love,

mom & dad

Not a day goes by without thinking of Dachuny

 And I wouldn't have it any other way.  It's not painful most of the time now, but once in awhile, maybe once a week, there's a really sad and painful wave that goes through.  Here are some pictures I had put together for a memory video of him that I posted on his IG page. IG post

I saw a similar post, the text and audio that gave me some comfort so I decided to finally make one.  I spent a lot of that day in tears, but it was cathartic.  I miss everything about him, his deep brown eyes that would gaze so lovingly into mine, the feel of his soft fur, how accepting he was of anything I wanted to do to him, be it put clothing on him, hats, pajamas, pig costumes, donuts, trimming fur around everywhere, he was so sweet and accepting, with just a big sigh that indicated he didn't like it but would let me do whatever I was doing without further complaint.  

I miss the sound of his attention sneezes, his shaking, his paws on the floor, his little squeaks when waiting for meals or treats, his monkey-like noises of excitement before heading out somewhere. 

I miss the feeling of calm that came over me when I held him, he was very much my therapy dog and emotional regulator.  I could feel any stress/sadness I was feeling just slip away whenever I held him.  

I miss our sweet boy.  I hope he's having fun with Harley and Halmunee.