Week ending March 30th, 2018
Content Covered: On Love & Loss
Where do I begin?
As many of you may know, I am traveling at the moment. Under normal circumstances, a vacation would be a lovely ordeal from the doldrums of every day life. But this time is different.
Approximately thirty minutes before arriving to my home in India, we found out that our little baby Tia had been attacked and killed. My dad, who at that time was still at home, had taken both of our dogs out for a walk. On their way home, two German Shepherd’s were walking with their owner when one managed to slip out of his leash and came first for Tia; killing her instantly. As my father tried to defend our dogs, and protect himself, he too, got bitten and scratched; and then the dog attacked Tiff, breaking 3 of her ribs.
Thousands of miles away, and unable to do anything except process through complete exhaustion and disbelief the news that had just come our way: I felt helpless, and to a good extent I still do.
It’s only been about 5 days since the accident, and there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t cried.
For those of you who had the chance to get to know our little baby girl, you can agree when I say she was the life of our home, the reason for the smile on our faces, and a bundle of love.
My dad is doing well, and Tiff is currently recovering with family friends. Through the videos you can see just how disheartened she is; she misses us, and she misses her sister.
We haven’t gone home yet, but I begin to cry every time I imagine walking through the door and not being greeted by the wag of Tia’s tail and her silly little antic of bringing a mangy toy as an offering of “play with me I missed you,” regardless of us being gone for 5 minutes of 5 hours.
The house and our hearts are empty without you.
…not talking about what burdens the heart creates more pain.