My dog died almost two weeks ago.
She was 16 when we put her down, and it was so painful and sad to see her go. She was my best friend for almost 12 years, and it's so strange not to feel her around me anymore. To not feel her at all.
And it's even stranger that it's easy to move on - if you're not focusing only on the pain, and trying to remember the good times you had together.
That's it, I guess. I just needed to get it out of my chest.
Wherever she is, I'm hoping she's happy and doing the things she loves.