Death
Is an extremely difficult concept to even understand.
I had a dream last night where my late Australian Shepherd was in the backyard as usual.
I told somebody, ‘She is gone, she only still exists in my dreams.’
Everyday I become frustrated.
Its not something that constantly plagues my mind with misery, it’s just bizarre.
I find myself wanting to look around for my cat like a crazy person.
I miss him dearly.
My main love outlet, RIP<3
And after last night I feel less adjusted living without my dog.
I need to get into the Christmas spirit!
