It's been one week since Maxie left our lives. It's quieter here - no clicking of toe nails on the hard floors, no barking when some one is at the door, no begging at the dinner table. I picked snow peas last week - about ten pounds worth. Usually picking snow peas meant one for the bowl and two for Maxie. This time they all went into the bowl.
I miss my baby. But I am glad she isn't suffering. Will my heart ever heal?