One Month to the Day
It's been exactly one month, One month to the day. The absolute worst day of my life. I haven't had much time to dwell on things since I had an upsetting experience yesterday and I've been venting about it all day. I don't want to talk about it here though. I can't believe it's been a month. A month without my little puppy dog. I still have days and moments where I don't feel it's real. I still think I can hear him during the night. Or a scratch at the door. I still haven't been able to bring myself to delete his medication reminders on my phone. They're always popping up. It still doesn't feel like he's really gone. It sucks. I don't know what to do. My life feels pointless and meaningless without him. He was my world. I miss his touch. His presence. I miss his smell and his kisses. I miss everything about him. I pray that he's happy and healthy and peaceful. I pray that he is watching over me and waiting for me. I could r...