It’s been almost a week since Daisy’s passing. You know, life has just gone on. It’s really weird. John and I take care of Sean and then we go to bed. I miss her clicking nails on the hard wood floor, waking me up at 2 am because she needed a drink. I miss her prancing around at 7 because she needed her insulin. I miss her coming into the bathroom after my shower, licking the water off my legs. I miss her greeting me at the door when I come home, and jumping on me. I miss her needing … [Read more...]
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