So my dog died a fortnight ago. He's 13, I've had him since he's 8 weeks old. I feel completely aimless without him. Stupid I know, and yeah to some I am sure he's only a dog, to me he's been probably the most reliable consistent presence for over a quarter of my life.
I don't want to go out, don't want to be in the house because I keep thinking I see him out the corner of my eye. So working all the hours I can get away with and trying to distract myself. Had to pick his ashes up yesterday. So here he is in a box. I don't know what to do with it. Being really grumpy with people, more so than usual anyway!
Driving me nuts, can't sleep properly. Miss him like hell.
I know I am feeling sorry for myself and should snap out of it.
Some daft bint reversing into my mini hasn't helped.
*sigh*