Yeah. I’m still here. After one superly depressing weekend, it’ll be almost nice to get back to work. We were at Old Navy tonight, and they have flag t-shirts for dogs. Last year, I bought Mickey a red flag bandanna to match my red flag t-shirt. We were styling! This year, if he were still here, I would have bought him the white t-shirt, and bought myself a white one to match. Tonight was hard. I always used to buy him a toy at Old Navy.
I miss him. I miss his routine. It doesn’t feel right to go to bed without giving him his insulin and letting him out. It doesn’t feel right coming home and not having him bark and greet me. It’s hard to live in a home without snuffles and growls and yips. I miss the way he used to sleep with the tiniest part of his tongue pushed out between his lips. I miss his foul doggie breath. (And it was foul!) I miss my dog.
Okay…so I’m not really doing better. I’m going to take a nice long shower and head to bed. Send a little good karma my way, will you? I’m struggling here. (btw, the webdiva@kimberussell.com address is still unavailable until I get the password reset…I switched the links to my real addy)
