April 14, 2012 § 11 Comments

 

I think her discomfort and pain have made up her mind and mine. I don’t think I’ll ever be strong enough to relive something like this again. Guilt is inevitable sometimes; I feel like I achieved something the cancer was merely in the process of doing.

I feel empty. The house feels so different without her, as do my mind and heart.

A year has passed, more than I imagined has happened, and yet I’m not used to missing her, her morning kisses and weekend barks.

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