Yeah, that's not happening yet.
There's part of me that is overwhelmingly grateful for the love and goofiness and joy and acceptance that she brought us for so many years. There's part of me that is happy that she's more comfortable now. There's part of me that feels her following me around, just like usual, and sticking her nose into my hand, just like usual, and watching my every move in the kitchen, just like usual.
And then there's the part of me that feels as if someone has ripped off my arm and is beating me over the head with it.
|I miss my dog.|