We’ve almost made it to the hardest month, revisiting the monthly records.
January was a blur.
I had a birthday. I painted. There was hockey.
But I felt so numb because of what had happened. I was only at the beginning of my grief. I had no idea how hard things would get. How hard they would still be.
I heard Nacho’s bark today. I was out walking a different dog, and passed by someone’s backyard and it was his bark. It stopped me in my tracks and I started crying. I miss him so much. A small part of me died with him that day. I know there will be more dogs in my future. But there will never be another like him. Ever.
A Place For Everything. 