Somehow I can still breathe.
I was able to get up and dressed this morning, and I’m confronting the reality that every time I look at her crate, she still isn’t going to be there.
Eventually I’ll put the crate outside or give it away, but right now it just feels like I’d be telling her to sleep outside. More pain than it’s worth to me right now.
Someday all the little things she left behind, all her dog hairs and surprise toys buried random places, will be gone. I’ll always remember her. But I miss her so terribly much right now, it’s hard to believe I could still be alive in this house without her.
Just one foot in front of the other, a day has already passed and life is going on, but every minute that takes me farther from her sleepy puppy face right now just hurts more.
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*tight hugs* Your pain makes me ache, Cheryl, I’m so sorry for your loss. Got home to see you called a bit ago. Will try you back tomorrow. *cuddles you and plays with your hair*
Oh, I’m so sorry. She was a sweetheart; I’m glad to have met her and I’m so very sorry she left you all so soon.