The Reason I Went Quiet about Take a Paws with senior dogs

A Little Message Before we start Take a Paws with Senior Dogs again š¾
It's been a while.
A long while, actually.
If you've been following Take a Paws with Senior Dogs, you may have noticed that I simply stopped posting.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Just...
silence.
And I think it's time to explain why.
Over the last two years, I lost two very special dogs.
Grigri.
And Dulce.
Writing those names still feels strange.
Because when you share your life with dogs, they become part of everything.
They are part of your mornings.
Part of your routines.
Part of your home.
Part of your plans.
They are there when you wake up.
They follow you to the bathroom.
They supervise your food, just in case something might drop..
They occupy your favourite spot on the sofa.
And somehow, without you even noticing, your entire life starts revolving around them.
Until one day...
they aren't there anymore.
And suddenly, everything feels different.
First Grigri. Then Dulce.
I lost both Grigri and Dulce within the last two years.
Two dogs.
Two completely different personalities.
Two enormous pieces of my heart.
And honestly?
After losing them, I didn't feel like writing.
I didn't feel like posting.
I didn't feel like sharing stories about senior dogs.
Not because I stopped loving senior dogs.
Quite the opposite.
I think I loved them so much that, for a while, it simply hurt too much.
Every post reminded me of something.
A funny habit.
A photograph.
A place they used to sleep.
A routine.
A memory.
Sometimes grief doesn't arrive dramatically.
Sometimes it arrives quietly.
In an empty dog bed.
In the space beside you on the sofa.
In the moment you automatically look down to make sure nobody is under your feet.
In buying something and suddenly realizing...
you don't need it anymore.
And sometimes it arrives when you're about to write a blog post.
And you simply can't.
So I stopped... stopped so that i could focus on Lily, my 12 year old senior who had ik also ruff when her siblings past away.. She always had siblings to boss around and suddenly she was alone..
Take a Paws Went Quiet Too
And that's why this blog went quiet.
Not because I forgot about it.
Not because I stopped caring.
And not because I ran out of things to say.
I just didn't have the words.
Sometimes life asks you to stop.
Not forever.
Just for a while.
And apparently, that's what I needed.
Time.
Space.
And a chance to figure out what life looked like without Grigri and Dulce.
The truth is...
I'm still figuring that out.
I don't think we ever completely āmove onā from the dogs we loved.
I think we simply learn how to carry them differently.
At first, the loss is heavy.
It takes up all the space.
And then, slowly, memories begin to take their place beside the sadness.
You remember the funny things.
The ridiculous things.
The habits that used to drive you crazy.
And somehow, one day, you can say their names and smile before you cry.
At least sometimes.
Grigri and Dulce Will Always Be Part of This Blog
So before I begin writing again...
before introducing new stories...
new adventures...
new senior dogs...
and the slightly chaotic world of Lily and Trixie...my 12 year old and Trixie, 9 year old puppymillsurvivor
I wanted to say something.
Grigri and Dulce are still here.
Not physically.
I wish they were.
But they are still part of this story.
They are part of why Take a Paws with Senior DogsĀ exists.
They are part of everything I learned about loving older dogs.
About slowing down.
About patience.
About enjoying the ordinary days.
And about how unfairly short a dog's life can feel.. yes, adopting senior dogs means losing them sooner, but I will or can not not adopt a senior dog for that reason.. Even if they are here a week or a month, I hope that they know they are loved..
They helped shape this little corner of the internet.
And I don't want to simply continue as if they never existed.
Because they did.
They mattered.
They were loved.
Very, very much.
And Now...
Something unexpected happened.
Life brought new dogs into my world.
Lily is still here.
Twelve years old.
Senior.
CEO.
Completely convinced that Kedigra exists primarily to finance her snack budget.
And then there is Trixie.
Nine years old.
A puppy-mill survivor.
A little girl who is only now beginning to discover what life can be.
And somehow...
slowly...
they are helping me find my way back.
Not replacing Grigri.
Not replacing Dulce.
Nobody could.
That's not how love works.
Trixie and Lily are simply part of a new chapter.
And Grigri and Dulce will always be part of the chapters that came before.
My heart didn't become empty when I lost them.
It became different.
There are still places reserved for Grigri.
Places reserved for Dulce.
And somehow, there is also room for Lily.
And now Trixie.
Hearts are strange like that.
So We're Taking a Paws Again
I don't know exactly what this blog will become.
Maybe there will be stories.
Funny moments.
Senior dog advice.
Sad moments.
Sarcastic observations.
Stories about Lily being CEO.
Stories about Trixie discovering the world.
Stories about getting older alongside our dogs.
And maybe...
occasionally...
stories about Grigri and Dulce.
Because grief doesn't disappear just because time passes.
And neither does love.
So this is not really a comeback post.
It's more of a...
I'm ready to try again.
Take a Paws with Senior Dogs has been quiet.
But it hasn't been forgotten.
I haven't forgotten.
I just needed time.
And now, little by little...
I'm ready to write again.
For Grigri.
For Dulce.
For Lily.
For Trixie.
And for every senior dog who has ever completely taken over someone's heart, their sofa, and their life.
Thank you for waiting.
We're taking a paws again. š¾ā¤ļø
In loving memory of Grigri and Dulce.
You may be gone from this house.
But you will never be gone from my story.
And every dog who comes after you will never replace you.
They will simply become part of the story too.
Grigri & Dulce:Ā Forever loved. Forever missed.
Lily:Ā Still CEO.
Trixie:Ā Just getting started.
Human:Ā Slowly finding her way back.
š¾ā¤ļøsigned
Ā a 'Senior Dog' mom-O-Holic.




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