Oh poor you kitchensink, how old would he have been? That’s going to be a tough day. Have you got his ashes back yet? Special occasions are going to be hard without them, the first one I’m dreading is Halloween, he had a little pumpkin outfit (which he hated) but he used to come out trick or treating and get so much adoration that I think it outweighed the negatives of wearing it for an hour a year.
I’m getting there, I got a payment I was waiting for on Monday so I have been indulging in a bit of retail therapy, I booked a holiday for me and the DCs which they are super excited about. It’s nice to have something to look forward to.
Still not great though, finding it hard to sleep and today I stayed in bed all day feeling miserable so actually maybe I’m not doing that well. Wearing my sunglasses out of the house at all times because I burst into tears when I least expect it. I see him everywhere, I live in a small place and wherever I go I remember things we did there.
One thing that makes me really sad is that I am starting to forget what he felt like. The feel of his hair, his dimensions. That’s one thing pictures can’t bring back.
In short, life is really crap without him. I look at people out walking their dogs, part of me is happy because they look like they’re happy, part of me is jealous because I wish I had my dog, and part of me is sad for them because one day that dog will break their heart.
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