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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
grieving.
OK, so 20 hours later I'm no longer wallowing in certainty that I made the wrong decision and will always be sorry; I've moved on to merely (painfully) missing the sight of his darling face and the feel of his silky ears and the way he arched his back when I would pet him really firmly. This is progress.
Also: we are a plague house. We need a yellow sign for the front door. You may have infected yourself simply by reading this. I'm sorry.
Comments
It will get easier!!! it is just very sad right now! I felt that way when Dogbert died. it was awful! I hope you guys feel better soon!
Posted by: debi at February 25, 2009 04:15 PM
Have you coaxed Mary out from under the house yet? Are you feeling better?
Posted by: rachel at February 26, 2009 10:52 AM
