It has almost been two months since I lost my furry buddy, yet it seems like he has been gone for an eternity, and that there is only emptiness in his place.
Every Thursday, I get sad. I remember coming home to my sick, but normal acting dog, and then only hours later, losing him.
I remember the way I felt that night, scurrying to the animal emergency room, crying, and reassuring Chico that everything was going to be ok.
I remember trying to give him a kiss in his oxygen chamber, but not being able to, due to the size of the opening.
And I remember the phone ringing...
On days like these, I am grateful that I started this blog, even though I only got to make a few posts. Reading about him brings me comfort, even if I am just reading my own words.
The grieving process is hard. I've completely stopped drinking and I've gone on benders, but in the end, nothing changes the fact that he's not here.
I'll continue to love you, Chico, and will always remember the joy you brought to my life.