Life without Katla

I am getting used to being alone in the apartment and I have stopped crying at everything that reminds me of her. I even vacuumed the doghairs on the floor yesterday :D something that I couldnt do before because they wouldnt come back. Funny how it's the little things that get to you. I was eating pizza in a restaurant on the day that Katla died with my friend Svava, and I started crying because I could never eat pizza with Katla again. Pizza was Katlas favorite food, by the way, :D It was the only food we would eat together and share. She would go absolutely bananas when I ordered pizza. She was great :D and still is over at the other side in dog heaven. I am lucky, I have had so much support through this which have helped me to accept my loss, or like someone said to me, "you are loosing your best friend for the last 10 years, give your self time". My friends understand how much Katla ment to me and understand and support me during this difficult time.

Elsku vinir, mamma, systkini. Þið eruð búin að vera mér svo góð og yndisleg í gegnum þetta allt. Þakka ykkur fyrir stuðninginn og skilninginn. Mér þykir vænt um ykkur.

Skrýtið...

Skrýtið að:

# vera ein í íbúðinni án Kötlu

# vakna ekki við tipl og blautann koss

# fara að sofa ein

# engin betli um mat :D

# þurfa ekki að fara út með einhvern að pissa

# faðma matarskálina því það er eitt af því fáa sem ég á eftir af henni

# geta ekki ryksugað hárin af gólfinu því þau muna ekki koma aftur

# sakna dýrs svona mikið

# finnast ég hafa misst barnið mitt

# koma heim og engin bíður við dyrnar eftir mér

# að Katla sé farin og komi ekki aftur

Gone...

Katla died this morning. I was with her to the end, hugging her, telling her that I loved her and that now she was free. Amazing how deeply you bond with you pet, I feel like I just lost a child. But she will always be in my heart. I took a lot of pictures of her and I am going to post one here later.

Up to speed...

I thought I'd keep you english speaking friends of mine up to speed.

These last few days have been very difficult. I have to put my dog, Katla, to sleep. She is getting old and I am not allowed to have her here where I live in student housing. Someone complained so I don't have a choice but to. It breaks my heart but it would be selfish of me to keep her somewhere else just so I can see her for a few days for christmas. The doc has already told me I had to prepare myself that it might come to this sooner then later. It is better for her to go when she is loving life than going in much pain. It has been very difficult for me to accept this but I have to. I was going to do it this week but my mom, the one who gave Katla to me, asked me to wait so she could come from the northern part of Iceland and say goodbye to her too. I think it is better for me to. Now I am trying to enjoy having her with me while I can.

She will live in my heart forever and I love her so. She will be going to dogheaven :D the best dog in the entire universe.