Hi dear Reader,
I wanted to wish you a happy holiday season. Thank you for reading my newsletter. It means the world to me that you take time out of your day to read my thoughts. I have a little Christmas present for you. It is a novella of how the parents of my Kisment characters fell in love. If you like Hallmark movies, you’ll like this story.
You can only find it here, so snatch it up! It will be available until January 15th. Then, I’ll be taking it down.
I know I promised it at Christmas time, but the Bock household was turned upside down. I couldn’t emotionally process anything for a bit. So forgive my tardiness.
Trigger Warning: I’ll be talking about loss of a beloved pet.
If you don’t want to read further, just download the ebook and let me know what you think!
How were your holidays? Did you enjoy them?
Our holiday season was bleaker than normal. Back in October, our Dachshund, Finn, was diagnosed with a malignant cancer. At that time, the cancer had spread throughout his body and surgery was not an option. Our veterinarian didn’t know how long he would have. (Yes, I’m a horse vet and I have a small animal vet for my dogs.)
He was doing good through most of November and the early part of December. He just slept more but continued to eat everything and play ball. Hubby and I wondered how long he would do well. The cancer didn’t seem to phase him in his normal life.
Then the weekend before Christmas, he stopped eating his dry and canned dog food. Well, he was pretty a special dog. He was born the day before Hubby and I met. He was the reason I canceled our first date. We almost didn’t meet. So, I cooked him scrambled eggs and ground beef. We played ball all the time the last few days. (It was his favorite thing.)
It worked for a few days until he stopped eating and started to get sick. It was time to say good-bye. No matter how much I tried to prepare myself, I just wasn’t ready.
We were in the vet clinic, and he was sedated. He gave a big slobbery kiss to each Hubby and I before he fell asleep. It was like he was saying that it’s okay and he was ready to go on.
I believe that all dogs go to heaven. He is up there chasing his blue rubber ball, swimming in a crystal-clear lake, and hunting rabbits in wild open fields.
Now, we have a big hole in our family. I catch myself looking for him around the house. He slept with Baby Bock in her bed. Hubby doesn’t have his ball playing partner. Tank, his brother, is depressed and JJ, my rescue, lost his best friend. It has placed a cloud of sadness that the holidays didn’t seem as joyous as normal. He was special to us, and we miss him a bunch.
Have you lost a pet? How have you dealt with it?
Needless to say, I didn’t have the headspace or energy to finish the story. I barely got my Christmas shopping done.
I sincerely hope you had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year.