I am not going to go into great detail, making this post has taken me a while and I am still so upset about what happen.
A co worker of my husbands and his wife asked to stop over on Memorial day they had their small dog with them. It was hot and muggy that day here so we said they could bring the dog in.
I put Brady and Willow in their cages in the living room locked in while they were here. Jillie Bean was in the bird room out as usual but the door was shut or so we thought. This house is older and sometimes unless you pull the knob tightly and give it a twist it doesn't always engage. We were all out in the studio which is at the other end of the house from the bedrooms. I didn't see that the dog had left the studio but he had. By the time we heard the noise and I ran into the room the dog had attacked Jillie. He must have pushed the door open with his nose. Scared her enough to make her fly landing on the floor. I am just not sure. She was attacked badly I picked her up knowing she was in shock from the damage I ran to my room holding her and to get something to wrap her in. She died before I could get her wrapped up or even call the vet.
I could not come back out, I asked my husband to see them and their dog out. I really did want to strangle them all. According to my husband they were apologetic and things have been strained between the man and my husband at work. I have gone in a million different terrible emotions over this. Mad at them for not watching their dog, mad at the dog, mad at myself for not double checking the door to the bird room, mad at my husband because he was the last person in the room. But mostly just deeply sad over the loss of my beautiful diva. I can't look at her pictures right now.. it just devastates me.
So close on the heels of losing Gidget at my friends house (electrical) fire I am overwhelmed to say the least. So I have not been able to get on here or contribute to the forum. I still will not be on as much as I was at least for a while anyway. I process grief a little differently, I appreciate solitude and busy work. I don't seek out comfort (my poor husband) touching me or hugging me while I am breaking just makes it worse so I tend to isolate and keep to busy work until I have processed it some what on my own.
A co worker of my husbands and his wife asked to stop over on Memorial day they had their small dog with them. It was hot and muggy that day here so we said they could bring the dog in.
I put Brady and Willow in their cages in the living room locked in while they were here. Jillie Bean was in the bird room out as usual but the door was shut or so we thought. This house is older and sometimes unless you pull the knob tightly and give it a twist it doesn't always engage. We were all out in the studio which is at the other end of the house from the bedrooms. I didn't see that the dog had left the studio but he had. By the time we heard the noise and I ran into the room the dog had attacked Jillie. He must have pushed the door open with his nose. Scared her enough to make her fly landing on the floor. I am just not sure. She was attacked badly I picked her up knowing she was in shock from the damage I ran to my room holding her and to get something to wrap her in. She died before I could get her wrapped up or even call the vet.
I could not come back out, I asked my husband to see them and their dog out. I really did want to strangle them all. According to my husband they were apologetic and things have been strained between the man and my husband at work. I have gone in a million different terrible emotions over this. Mad at them for not watching their dog, mad at the dog, mad at myself for not double checking the door to the bird room, mad at my husband because he was the last person in the room. But mostly just deeply sad over the loss of my beautiful diva. I can't look at her pictures right now.. it just devastates me.
So close on the heels of losing Gidget at my friends house (electrical) fire I am overwhelmed to say the least. So I have not been able to get on here or contribute to the forum. I still will not be on as much as I was at least for a while anyway. I process grief a little differently, I appreciate solitude and busy work. I don't seek out comfort (my poor husband) touching me or hugging me while I am breaking just makes it worse so I tend to isolate and keep to busy work until I have processed it some what on my own.
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I know how very deeply you are hurting. I've said it countless time before, but I'll say it again: This was NOT your fault!!
