and i hate hearing “she’s still with you” because she was so young she should be here physically. she should be playing with her sister and she should be getting treats and pets. i feel so angry. i miss her. all i have is a piece of her fur locked in a memory box. she’s gone.
i didn’t realize how much losing my dog would just ruin me for a while. i feel like every day i think it was a dream. i wake up thinking it never happened and then i see her paw print in the memory box. i come home and expect her to be the first one to greet me.
i knew it would hurt but this is worse than every loss i’ve experienced. mostly because it was so sudden. i feel so normal sometimes and then i think about the fact that i won’t ever see her again and im just not gonna be okay. she was my heart. my dog. and now she’s just gone.