Diago

c’est une bonne idée pour garder en vie l’esprit d’un chien que j’ai beaucoup apprécier , quel crème ! force à sa maîtresse que j’apprécie énormément aussi. je ne peux même pas imaginer ce que tu ressens parce que de mon côté seul les larmes coulent rapidement. reste forte, il veillera toujours sur toi. comme tu l’as fais pour lui

Lieve Louisa en lieve Diago,
Toen ik het nieuws vernam, kon ik mijn ogen niet geloven.
Wat een nachtmerrie is dit voor jullie beide.
Je was een schat van een hond.
Nog jong, speels en ozo lief.
Hopelijk vind je nu je rust boven en hoef je niet meer te lijden.
Het was zo plots en voor iedereen onverstaanbaar.
Lieve Diago waak goed hierboven op je baasje.
Uit het oog maar zeker niet uit het hart.
Je was en bent nog altijd een kind voor Louisa.
Veel liefs Chayenne

Hij is er nog steeds en zal je nooit verlaten. In de zachte zomerbries hoor je zijn geblaf, in de zonneschijn zie je zijn staart kwispelen.. 💚Diago

Diago, with a face full of philosophical happiness, as I brought my face to his nose. My smart and naughty bro! ma n.... 😎

Diago,Rest in PEACE lieve hond..

It has been 22 days. It feels like it was yesterday and like an eternity ago all at the same time. I got to the stage where I was grateful to ever have you in my life, now I’m just angry at the whole situation again, it’s not fair
I love u

Het eerste zonnige dag- normaal was ik met jou een mooie wandeling kunnen gaan doen. Jouw zien springen zoals konijn in de duintjes, ik kan mijn het perfect voorbeelden. Elke reactie daje geeft of welke pad dat je ging nemen
Had ik nog de keuze NU , zou ik het nie gedaan hebben. Had ik jouw de operatie laten hebben zelfs als je mss nooit meer ging wandelen. Ik zou alles doen om de tijd terug te keren.
Ik ga de rest van me leven voort met dit spijt. Ik weet jij vergeeft me alles, ik weet dat jij door de pijn zou gaan gewoon om met mij te blijven. Ik kon je dat niet aandoen. Ik hoop je bent nie boos op mij.

Almost one month. I love you I miss you

i miss you my sweet angel

I love u baby

I miss you.
I may not light a candle everyday anymore but that doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you as much as the first day I had to live without you.

I’ve grown used to life without you, but that just makes it hurt more when I remember what I had with you.

I still bring you up every chance I get. I still sniff your cushion everyday. It still smells like you. And we still find your fur everywhere- at home, at work, in my bag, on washed clothes.

I haven’t looked through your drawers since the day that I put all your things away. I haven’t spread your ashes. Maybe one day I will be able to. You would’ve turned 5 years old this month.

Yesterday someone asked where you were , it had been weeks since the last time I had to let someone know you’re not longer.

I’m going to you , I promise you. Or maybe you’re reincarnate and find me first. Who knows, it doesn’t matter what afterlife theories I make up, they’re comforting.
Sometimes I pay too much attention to the birds , crows, seagulls , the small birds that sing in the morning. I wish you would come to me like those stories people tell about a wild bird just randomly coming to them, or a butterfly. So I’d know for sure you didn’t hate me for what I did.

Recently when I think of you I remember your stare before anything else. You were always staring at me with the most loving eyes, then I start to feel your presence. Like right now. My brain wants to check the sofa, remember exactly how you would perk up your head to see why I was getting up, what I was going to do. And then either flopping on your back to get the belly rubs, or getting off the couch, stretching first you’re back legs, then your front, before gently coming to me to lay your head on my shoulders, all while I scratch and wiggle your sides.
Then you would make your way over to your water bowl , and make an absolute enormous amount of sound drinking for what felt like an longggggg time. Used to drive me nuts.

It’s not sadness I feel. It’s not loneliness. It’s something for sure. I just tried finding a word for it, I can’t though. When I think of the fact that I lost you, it’s like I’m entiring a fully white room, or black room or grey it doesn’t matter. A room of nothingness , it’s like what I lost is so immense I can’t reach deeper down to feel that damn grief and sorrow even though it’s still very much there.

I’m not making sense, I’ll go get ready for work.
I love you my sweet angel.

I know how much Diago meant to you and I can’t imagine how big the loss is for you! Diago was such a special dog full of energy and love for everyone! You had such a strong and intimate connection with him and I know this will live on inside of you. I am so devastated that this happened and I am here for you always 💜💜