Two months and a day. For the first few days there was silence. Since then I’ve listened to the same album on constant repeat. Over and over again. A new album that held no memories. Today was the first time I listened to something else. No tears. That’s a start.
When I’m at the sink in the kitchen I still hear the sound of her paws on the tile. I don’t know if there’s another explanation or if it’s just the ghost of a memory. I wonder if I’ll notice when I stop hearing it, if I ever do.
I get on with things. I have to I make my way through eahh day. But I feel her absence. Every day I feel it. And my heart misses her 😔💔🐕.