Today has been ok. After laying her to rest yesterday evening I feel like I can start grieving a bit, but I don't think I'll be able to fully take it all in until my in-laws have their dogs back. I want to spend all of my time with Ragnar but he is more independent than the dogs (weird I know), the dogs have been here a couple of months while my in-laws are inbetween houses (they sold their house before they could take on the new one so they're living in a caravan...). Once to dogs are back to their own home, Ragnar will move down stairs into the living room which was the original plan when we got him, once we had bonded in with Poppy, but then to dogs came.
I spent some time sitting at Poppy's spot in the garden, put a new dandelion on the ground for her. She has a little wooden hut that my parents bought her for Christmas, she loved it a lot, and my husband and I got her another one to go with it. Ragnar can fit in the one that we gave her but his bum a bit too big to fit into the other one :lol: So I've asked my mum if I can turn it into some sort of planter, maybe cut a hole in the top and put in a little plant pot to fill with some poppy seeds for her.
Ragnar is doing really well, he's eating well, he's grooming himself, he did a big binky at breakfast time today. He seems to like the cuddlies I've given him to snuggle with. I've also split his pellets up this evening, usually he eats all of them in one go, thought it would be a bit of fun for him to have half of them in his bowl and the other half in his treat ball. Lots of fun for him. I keep talking to him about Poppy, about how I wish they had gotten to know each other even more and what her favourite things to play with. He seems to be sitting in her favourite spots too, which is nice.
I've been ok most of the day but it's silly things that are making me cry. Like I was emptying the bin and there was a bag from when I cleaned them out the other day, it didn't smell horrible at all, it just had that really sweet smell and it just smelt of her. I ended up just leaving the bag in the kitchen, I should really take it out in a minute. Then I thought I should really clean up all of the bits from Saturday, like the dishes for mixing the recovery food, the syringes and then her breakfast bowl, still full of the breakfast she didn't eat that morning. I had to push myself really hard to throw it away, plus half a banana that I tried to get her to eat. But then I'll have moments where I've completely forgotten, everything seems normal and then it's like a slap.
I've emailed the welfare officer for my husbands boat, essentially we're not allowed to give bad news in our messages, so we tell welfare, they send it to the captain and he will tell my husband when he thinks it is appropriate. So until he's back I can't write anything about how I'm feeling and I won't know when he gets told. But at least the first thing I tell him when I see him wont be that Poppy has gone.
I've sent off Poppies fur for the bead to be made, I've asked if it's possible for her to make a poppy shape in the glass, she isn't sure but she's going to have a go, which is lovely. My parents have said they will pay for it, they were going to send me flowers but thought that the bead was such a lovely idea. I've saved a bit of extra fur just in case my husband wants anything made with it when he is back.
Sorry for the long post, just needed to get it out of my head. Thank you all for you beautiful words, it means so much to me to have such wonderful people around x