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I'm not sure the sense of loss ever does go away. But at some point it transforms into something that you can pack up and carry with you in your heart.
Duster came to me about a year after I lost Ruby, at a time when I was still angry at the universe for taking her away. I almost didn't get another dog. People who knew I was dogless offered wonderful pups but I could never quite bring myself to say "yes", and it was only when I decided to break a lifelong habit and get a male dog instead of a female that I gathered up enough courage to move forward. I'm glad I did. Duster is about as different from Ruby as it's possible to be, and he's been exactly the right dog to bring me back to life. I'm not tempted to compare him to Ruby, and have been able to give him the place he deserves in my life and my heart.
I still haven't unpacked the wooden box containing Ruby's ashes, but I will, one day soon. Perhaps next month, on the fourth anniversary of her death. Or perhaps not.
There's no right or wrong way to grieve.
Ruby 13-01-2007 to 18-03-2015.
My dog of a lifetime. I'll miss you forever.