I loved her so much. It’s been a few weeks and every time I think of her I feel sick, I can’t breath and my chest hurts. I need to pull myself together. I don’t think a day has gone by where I haven’t cried. I can’t look at her photo without physical pain. I know everything has been heightened because of lockdown. I’m trapped in this house which feels so empty and lonely without her. I don’t express any of this IRL. People don’t understand but she wasn’t just a dog, she was my world for 12 years. I just want to bury my face in her soft fur and hear her snoring. I’m writing here because I know you lot will understand!