noblenewf
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I know all of you will understand this. Many non Newf people do not...so I'm coming to my safe place (NN) to cry.
I fall asleep crying. I wake up in the middle of the night crying. My Gabe is in my dreams every night. And he's happy, healthy, running, swimming, licking my face, snuggling me close. Then I wake up...realize it was just a dream and then the crying begins again.
I know it will take time. But I honestly don't think the wound will ever heal. A large part of my heart (if not all of it) died along with him.
I see a dried flooger on the wall...and I start crying.
I ran the vacuum yesterday...and there was no Newf hair to vacuum up.
No muddy paws to wipe off.
No drool and flooger mess on the toilet seat.
No big bear paw slap at 5 am for his potty trip and breakfast.
No Newfie "WOOO WOOOOO!" when someone walks by with a dog (how dare they...lol).
No goodnight Newfie lick before bed.
No panting in the car and demanding to put the window down so he can stick his head out.
No water mess on the floor after a drink.
No chasing of the kitty cat.
No "herd of elephants" sound in the afternoon when it was "spunky time".
No lap full of water after a trip to the toilet for a drink.
Drool towels are still all over my house.
These are just the tip of the iceberg of things I miss. There are endless more things that I miss...that you can only get from a Newf.
Murphy misses him too. He whines in his sleep. Then he goes over and lays on Gabe's bed. I don't have the heart to put it away yet. It still smells like him. My car still has drool all over the windows, and tumbleweeds all over the carpet and backseat. It still smells like him.
I just keep Murph close to me and we try to do fun things to keep busy.
Hug your babies. Hug them tight. We often complain about the mess, the slobber, the drool, the "quirks" of owning a Newf. When a Newf leaves us...the sense of loss is profound. They are a big dog with an even bigger heart. That means a BIG HOLE is left when they are no longer with us.
Cherish EVERY SINGLE MOMENT.
I fall asleep crying. I wake up in the middle of the night crying. My Gabe is in my dreams every night. And he's happy, healthy, running, swimming, licking my face, snuggling me close. Then I wake up...realize it was just a dream and then the crying begins again.
I know it will take time. But I honestly don't think the wound will ever heal. A large part of my heart (if not all of it) died along with him.
I see a dried flooger on the wall...and I start crying.
I ran the vacuum yesterday...and there was no Newf hair to vacuum up.
No muddy paws to wipe off.
No drool and flooger mess on the toilet seat.
No big bear paw slap at 5 am for his potty trip and breakfast.
No Newfie "WOOO WOOOOO!" when someone walks by with a dog (how dare they...lol).
No goodnight Newfie lick before bed.
No panting in the car and demanding to put the window down so he can stick his head out.
No water mess on the floor after a drink.
No chasing of the kitty cat.
No "herd of elephants" sound in the afternoon when it was "spunky time".
No lap full of water after a trip to the toilet for a drink.
Drool towels are still all over my house.
These are just the tip of the iceberg of things I miss. There are endless more things that I miss...that you can only get from a Newf.
Murphy misses him too. He whines in his sleep. Then he goes over and lays on Gabe's bed. I don't have the heart to put it away yet. It still smells like him. My car still has drool all over the windows, and tumbleweeds all over the carpet and backseat. It still smells like him.
I just keep Murph close to me and we try to do fun things to keep busy.
Hug your babies. Hug them tight. We often complain about the mess, the slobber, the drool, the "quirks" of owning a Newf. When a Newf leaves us...the sense of loss is profound. They are a big dog with an even bigger heart. That means a BIG HOLE is left when they are no longer with us.
Cherish EVERY SINGLE MOMENT.