Surviving My Life

Today is day five of dealing with my dog not being here.

I know I sound like a pansy - but I cried for two days after I had to tell the vet to put him to sleep.

I'll tell you - that was hard. Real hard.

My mother was a basket case.

I didn't go to church on Sunday. I couldn't. Remembering that I had to be the one to carry him to the vet and have him put to sleep was too strong in my mind.

There are things in my life I'll never forget. My first car, my first kiss, Grumman's funeral (my grandpa) and hearing my voice tell the vet that we had to put my dog to sleep.

I still can't believe he's gone.

I know at the end of the day, people will say "he was just a dog". He wasn't "just a dog". Not to me. He was the bestest friend you could ask for. Ever. Loyal to the end.

Jeez. I miss him.