Today is the day.
Geez this is tough. Last night was mostly good. I enjoyed some time alone with just my pup and me. Decided to skip the bath since he doesn't like them anyway. Why put him thru it again?
I had a panic attack last night when I was getting set up to go to bed. Had a hard time breathing. Took a while to get a grip on myself again. Can't go into that because I'm at work and need to keep my shit together. I need to do that today as much as I can anyway. Suffice it to say I'm thankful I was texting Ken when it hit. He helped.
Today is a fragile kind of day. Mentally I'm working real hard to distance myself from emotions. Not very successfully but working on it. I have some things to get thru. This is the hardest day I've had in a while.
To lighten the mood...after I shut the lights out last night Bruiser farted a bad one...wow! I mean paint peeling stench! touché Bruiser, touché!
My little brat dog strikes again!
Punk ass dawg :)
It's the evening now and Bruiser is gone. The house is quiet. My heart is aching. Tears are flowing. I miss my puppy. It hurts.
My heart is broken.
