It has been one year since the traumatic event that took place in my new homes living room floor.
What I thought was going to be a relaxing Saturday, watching movies with my pets and enjoying the fact that Tank had beat Bacterial Meningitis… became the worst day I’ve had to go through.
I still think about this day more than once a week and I always try to figure out what I could’ve done differently to help him. Torturing myself with thoughts of “If he was still here..”
Losing a pet is difficult for anyone, of course. But losing an animal that you built yourself for was rough. I looked for house, Tank would enjoy, I found things to do outside, that Tank would enjoy, I made every day about TANK. I got through my depression because I had Tank. In less than one hour I had lost everything I built myself around.
This post isn’t all sad and depressing.
Not only did Tank help me while he was here on earth, he’s helped me being in paradise as well.
I’ll be honest it’s a little weird for someone to build themselves around a pig and do everything for that said pig. But I got attached, I had got Tank in a vulnerable time when I needed something and he was there for me. He helped me cope and helped me have a purpose. When I lost that purpose I knew I had to rebuild myself. I had to do what I needed and wanted. I went through a dark path to get there… but I finally got to the sunshine and picked myself up.
Tank taught me about animal-assisted therapy and he helped me open my heart more.
Now I am packing up my stuff and heading back home. Tank and I had a wonderful time in Florida and enjoyed our adventures. This will always be a spot in my heart that aches and knowing we didn’t get to finish the list of travels. I have him in my heart and know that he will always be with me.
The Higgy Farm 