It's been a week without my pup. Been doing alright. Haven't been sitting around sobbing, holding his collar or anything. Still get stings every day tho.
Since it's a week I can't help but compare today to last Friday. This is a better day at least. I'm not filled with dread. Still have the heart ache but had that a week ago also so this is better by comparison. No dread.
Was pondering the differences a week makes. I thought how it was nice to not clean up dog poop in the yard. Then I thought how I might break down and cry if I was mowing up leaves this fall and did step in some old dog poop in the yard. All that's left of my pup. Made me sad. Made me feel like crying! It's amazing the things that can trigger that sting isn't it? Dog poop. Sheesh.
It still feels weird to be free of having to worry about him. Not to worry about his food or if his eyes or ears are having troubles or if his tummy bothers him or if he has enough to eat or fresh water or etc.
I still talk to him tho he isn't there.
It'll be nice when the house finally sells and I can start fresh someplace new. I'm ready.
Bruiser was part of my life in that house. Now it doesn't feel quite right anymore.
