Yesterday was one of the worst days I’ve had in a very long time. I had to put down my baby, Sparky. He was 4 years old. It’s my fault he had to be put down. I didn’t do the things I needed to do when he was a puppy to ensure he would grow up to be a happy & healthy dog.
Then I had a client in meltdown mode that I had to deal with for more than 5 hours. All of that on top of my normal family drama/trauma.
For so many years I have suppressed my stronger, and more negative, emotions. Food has been a control method. Both a reward and a punishment. A blessing and a curse. This time I couldn’t run to food. There was no giant dinner waiting for me to suck way the tears or the emotions that flowed all day.
So I breathed my way through the day. One deep breath at a time. My stress level stayed high, but I didn’t have a panic attack either!
Rest in Peace Sparky…For you I believe in the Rainbow Bridge, because all dogs go to Heaven!