Chuck
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Or rather, a dog you helped raise who love you more than anything else?
So here's my situation. I lived with my Shiba Mickey for 6-7 years and since the day I brought him home as a pup, we have been inseparable. The way he looks at me and shows me affection like no other, and he constantly reminds me of that. He literally saved me from suicide when I was depressed out of my mind. I moved out and left him with my parents because I felt it would've been unfair to take him from them cause they wanted more company (they are grandparents now), but honestly, it just left me feeling there was a hole in my heart. Like something was missing?
Ever since, I met my girlfriend, got engaged, and renovated my home. We got two cats during this time, but honestly, it did nothing in the long run to "fill that void". My parents were kind enough to let me stay at their place for 2 months, and the memories came flooding back. The look of sheer joy the first night I was back, I felt that "void" being filed back up (if that makes any sense). The way he relied on me and how he constantly reminded me I am his favorite human, sure warms my heart.
Now fast forward to last night when I moved back home with my cats and fiance when renovation was nearly done. Instead of happiness like I should feel, I find I was rather depressed. Missing the heck out of my boy.
Sorry about the long read, but guys, is this perfectly normal?
So here's my situation. I lived with my Shiba Mickey for 6-7 years and since the day I brought him home as a pup, we have been inseparable. The way he looks at me and shows me affection like no other, and he constantly reminds me of that. He literally saved me from suicide when I was depressed out of my mind. I moved out and left him with my parents because I felt it would've been unfair to take him from them cause they wanted more company (they are grandparents now), but honestly, it just left me feeling there was a hole in my heart. Like something was missing?
Ever since, I met my girlfriend, got engaged, and renovated my home. We got two cats during this time, but honestly, it did nothing in the long run to "fill that void". My parents were kind enough to let me stay at their place for 2 months, and the memories came flooding back. The look of sheer joy the first night I was back, I felt that "void" being filed back up (if that makes any sense). The way he relied on me and how he constantly reminded me I am his favorite human, sure warms my heart.
Now fast forward to last night when I moved back home with my cats and fiance when renovation was nearly done. Instead of happiness like I should feel, I find I was rather depressed. Missing the heck out of my boy.
Sorry about the long read, but guys, is this perfectly normal?