This house isn't a home.

I feel like I've built a life that I don't fit inside of. I built this life around my dog. I built my entire identity around being her mom. Everything from work and my daily routines to where we lived. She was with me most of my adult life. She's the reason I'm still here.

I don't think it was really my dream to be a homeowner. It was my dream to have a stable home for her, with her own yard. When we lived in our apartment I promised her that I would get her a yard of her own. Now I'm sitting in a house I bought for her. Because of her.
I'm sitting in a house that she won't be a part of, because she died. Now I'm sitting a house I thought was going to be our home, but instead I feel like I'm sitting in a life I don't recognize.

So now I have to figure out who I am while I embark on the next part of this journey without her.

sarabee1995 · 31-35, F

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I'm so sorry, Sarah. We give our pups so much and open our hearts to them. But they live such a short time. 😔

I remember you talking about her, but I do forget her name. What was it? I want to remember her in my thoughts. 🫂

sarabee1995 · 31-35, F

@SooperSarah Oh yes! Now I remember Maggie! That's a great pic too. I will send her some virtual hugs and kisses across the bridge. 🫂🫂🫂

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I think that this mindset applies to a lot of people whether it's for their pet, their partner, their children, their work, etc. Many of us build our lives around what best fits our circumstances rather than around our dreams. Let's face it, most people don't get anywhere near their uninhibited dreams because they have responsibilities that tether them. Perhaps now you have an opportunity to discover what you want that's just for you. Maybe take time to process the loss first, because that could cloud your judgement. The house might only be symbolic of the problem rather than a problem in itself.