Saturday, December 23, 2017
The house is strangely empty. I turn and look for Roy a couple times every day. It's like my brain just doesn't want to believe that he's really gone.
The cats seem a little confused. Maybe he was their dog, too.
The outpouring of sympathy and love from all of you touched me deeply. Roy was truly loved, even by all of you who only knew him here.
I am getting better every day, that was one foul flu/cold sickness. I am still tired, and every afternoon, I want to take a nap. That is so unlike me, but I figure that my body is telling me stuff I should pay attention to.
My Christmas spirit has not arrived, and I fear that it's really too late now. I have done the minimal amount of shopping that I could get away with, and I have not baked one cookie, or decorated even one thing.
I decided to just accept that it is that way for me this year. Some things you just can't change.
DH has been perusing petfinder.com, trying to fill the void here. I am not ready. I want Roy, and I know that I can't have him. Another dog will come along, I know that, but just not right yet.
Wishing you all a lovely Christmas. Thanks for being here when I so needed kind words. You're the best!!!!