The gut wrenching sadness has lessened. I try to concentrate on my remaining animals, and it helps. My one cat, that hates my guts, cuddles up more. The other, that liked me a bit more, snuggles. So, it will be o.k. But, it is not about me, it is about them.
My dog is just fucking clueless. She has no idea. She is only two, and can be very mean. She barks, growls, and throws whip ass all over the place. I yell at her, She does not get it.
I miss my good grey boy so much, that, it can take my breath away. I wish you could have known him. He was special to everyone that met him. And especially to me.
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