Rough Week For Us

It's been a rough several days since losing Rex last Thursday. Like my 11 year old said many times, it's not fair. Rex shouldn't be gone. He had too much life and personality to just not be here anymore. He was a magnificent animal and we miss him terribly.

I thought I was doing better yesterday but I think that was just because it had been busy getting the kids off to their first day of school. Last night was difficult, depressing. He is gone and we can never ride him again, never pet or brush him, never see his funny faces again. He's not there anymore. It's awful to think about.

I keep having bad dreams every night...have since he died. They always include horses, sometimes include babies (probably me trying to deal with my baby going to school), and nightmare material with bad guys and all that stuff. My daughter and I got attached to Rex very fast. It would have been impossible not to - everybody did. He was definitely well-loved. I just wish we'd had longer to love him. I guess my subconscious is trying to deal with that while I sleep with these dreams.

I told my daughter, to try to bring her out of her funk, that Rex made us happy, made us laugh and smile and he would want her smiling and happy again. Easy to say to a child...not so easy to do myself I am finding.

I started a memorial page for him but it was too hard to finish to I set it aside for now. I'll post the link when I finish it.