I miss my baby. But I am glad she isn't suffering. Will my heart ever heal?
June 16, 2009
One Week
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.
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You'll heal...with time. This is the part that's no fun about having a beloved pet. Happy memories, Ellen.
My heart aches for her, too. And you.
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