A restful day. I wanted to get stuff done, but it just wasn’t gonna happen, man. I was wiped. And tomorrow is the time change…and I want to get up early and start re-setting my wake up clock. Ugh. It’s going to SUCK. But…I can do it.
Coops down at my feet. Panda in bed next to me. Joy in her crate. Coco’s spot on the bed is empty. I miss kissing her goodnight, smelling her, and slipping my hand up underneath her blanket and feeling her weight, and her breathing. It helped me sleep.
I’ve been sleeping fine, I should say. Which is a relief. But, it is an emptier sleep without her. It all just happened so fast, you guys. One day she was fine, recovering—slow, and getting old, but happy and moving around—and a few days later, literally less than a week, she was gone. Just like that. And now it’s been a month. Just like that. I’m still having a hard time dealing with that.
But…I will survive. I am surviving. I’m not thriving quite yet, but I am surviving.
Sigh.
It’s time the thrive. And that means getting the fuck up.
Night night.