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petgriefsuggestions · 4 years
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This Christmas will be my first Christmas that I can remember without my dog; he lived for 16 years. The holidays won’t be the same without him
The holidays might not be the same, but the memories won’t fade. Hang up their picture, tell good stories, even if it still hurts, talking about them keeps their memory alive. Nothing in the world can take those memories away.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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don’t let anybody put an expiration date on your feelings. you can be one week into grief and cry so hard that your body aches and you can’t help but fall asleep. you can be fifty years into grief and still call your loved one’s name when you walk into your house before remembering that they’re no longer alive. you have every right to heal, to hurt, and to move on or not.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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I just lost my Maxx last night, and I have never known life without him. He cut me up real bad once and now I hope the scar never goes away because it's a reminder that he was here and he was loved. I miss him so much.
I have a similar scar from my beloved Feathers. It’s hard to explain why such marks bring comfort in knowing that the memories are real, but know that I and many others understand. I hope you are doing ok, sending positive vibes your way.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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I’ve been doing ok. I don’t know why but I looked at your picture today and I felt like my heart shattered all over again. It’s so hard knowing that you’re not here anymore.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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Even though you weren’t here to stay, I’m glad your soul stopped here along the way
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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Why can’t anyone talk about you? I want to so badly, but no one else wants to. And those who try end up stopping when I start to cry. I want to talk about you. To remember you.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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Remember how on your restless nights you’d meow to be let in and out of my room at all hours? Unsure if you wanted to sleep or if you wanted to explore? I wouldn’t mind another sleepless night if it means getting to see you again.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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I’m glad to have videos with us together and even just of you. I’ll never be able to forget your purrs and meows now and when I miss you too much, I can hear and see you again.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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The world feels like everything is muted. It’s as if even though I’m seeing everything for what it is, there’s still a layer of grey behind it
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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I think one of the hardest parts of losing a pet is since…well, a lot of people when upset, the first living thing you go to for comfort is your pet. But then when you’re devastated by losing them, they aren’t around anymore to cheer you up again, and realizing that makes the hole in your heart feel that much bigger…
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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The rainbow comes to pick you up passing through stars. 
星たちを通り越して、虹が君を迎えに来る
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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things don’t stay broken forever eventually they get pieced back together but that which you then see is inevitably not what it used to be yet inside the heart remains there to be loved just the same
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I like these reminders of inner strength because sometimes I feel the farthest away from being strong.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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I’m reminded of something that I often think about when a well-loved individual dies, and people often want to say “They wouldn’t want us to cry”
Crying isn’t for the dead. It’s not about them. Crying is for the living. We cry because we hurt, and because we’ve lost something we can’t get back. We remember the dead, we live for the dead. We cry for ourselves.
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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“The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let it go into the heart of compassion; you can weep. Releasing the grief we carry is a long, tear-filled process. Yet it follows the natural intelligence of the body and heart. Trust it, trust the unfolding. Along with meditation, some of your grief will want to be written, to be cried out, to be sung, to be danced. Let the timeless wisdom within you carry you through grief to an open heart.”
— Jack Kornfield
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petgriefsuggestions · 5 years
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After you lose someone, there’s a point where all you can tell to others are the same stories over and over because you can’t create new ones. And they get old pretty quickly but you can’t stop telling them because they’re the only stories that remain 
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