Writing sharing (Grief of losing a pet)

This is a piece of writing about the grief of losing a pet that you loved (:

Grief

I couldn’t bear it at first, the talk of replacing her, especially after the burial

She was all I knew, there was no life without her, but there she was, 3 feet underground, earth packed around her, suffocating her. Earth in her eyes, nose, ears. I cried so hard I choked. And then we got Maisie. And I was still mad but she was so adorable. Even when she tore up my plant, or annoyed me, she was always there.

She could have lived to double her age, but she didn’t. And now as I write this Maisie is curled next to me, sleeping. She never knew the legacy she had to live up to, but somehow she doesn’t need to anymore. She is enough.

I still occasionally find traces of her. A photograph, an old tennis ball, a piece of fur trapped in decaying clothes. But now I open the window and let the wind take them.

I still think on our memories with fondness and wistfulness, but sometimes the greatest honour is to let the dead sleep, so sleep she shall. She has earned this rest.