Had to have my beautiful pomeranian pts in April. I've been coping, of sorts. Had some counselling, and support from family and friends, so I'm getting there.
Today is my birthday, the first without him and I've woken up crying. I can't stop. My granddaughters will be here shortly for our breakfast birthday party, and other members of the family later on.
Short of plastering my face with makeup, I'm struggling to see how I'll get through the day.
I can't cancel my granddaughters, for obvious reasons but I might ask family to maybe come tomorrow.
What do you think?
I know the 'firsts' after anyone dies are hard, just didn't expect to feel like this today.