I have an 12 years old dog and I really don't know what I will do when she leave, I just trying to enjoy with her everyday and give her a healthy life.
That was me over the past seven months. I knew the time was coming, but I just get ignoring that feeling, though it didn't always work. I gave her everything and more, really making sure each day was perfect for her. Giving her so much love and affection.
I wish I could say more to help you, but being at that stage myself, it's hard. Very hard. The silence in the house hits you like a train. Entering each room and seeing it empty, no longer making you break out into joy and excitement, and instead remain in silence. It's tough. You're pulled out of a routine you didn't really know you had, and then you aren't quite sure what to do with yourself. You know you don't want to move on, or forget.
For me, I've tried to keep some of that routine, even if slightly altering it. I'll go and sit outside at night still for a few minutes like I would with her. I still get up frequently and go to where she would be if not with me. I'm even quite vocal still and talk about whatever I'm doing like I would when she was around. I'd really integrate her into every part of my life. Even if I was making food: "Oh hey, Myah! What should we have today?"
People find various ways to deal with loss. I've definitely never been good at it. And losing Myah is definitely the greatest loss of my life.
One thing I can say, which others will also say, is that you can only do what you can in the present. To ensure each moment is not wasted, but cherished.
Here is one of Myah's funny little faces after being given a treat.
