This may sound shallow or trivial, but it is really my denial and my attempts to cope. A week ago yesterday, we had to put my dog down. At the time, I just couldn’t…well, couldn’t. Yet, it was still in the abstract, in a way, since I wasn’t at home. This weekend, however, it hit me. I was home for Father’s Day, and it was empty without our dog in the house.
I miss my puppy.
There is more to be said, I suppose, but I’m still not sure how to express it.
So, in my denial, I crave a small, furry companion whom I can pet. Preferably of the dog variety.