Or at least better. I don't think I left the house since Thursday and haven't really talked to a soul since then. I couldn't talk.... and especially not on the phone. Do people not understand that this little dog was a big part of my family for 15 years? And I had to make the decision to let it happen. I needed a hug. Desperately. Or a little backrub, or even for someone to bring me a cookie... just anything to help me through that pain. But at least I had my much needed internet friends to encourage me and for lack of any real life handholding - i surely appreciated all of you.
Next to the day I filed for divorce, burying my little dog by myself was the second hardest day of my life... and I swear on my own heart, I will never do either of those things again.
But I had to leave the house today for work. yes, it's a holiday for most, but my boss called me at home on my vacation day Friday to ask if I'd come in. My punching numbers into the fax machine SO crucial... but hey, it's time and a half for working today... if I have to do it they might as well pay me some crazy money. So here I am. The place is deserted. Even the coffee cart is closed. ::sigh::
Just thought I'd take a minute to let you all know I'm makin' it.. and thank God for you all... the good wishes and prayers. I know it was just a little dog, less than 10 pounds.. but he took a big piece of my heart with him.. and between you and me.. there's not a whole lot left of it to share.