Hi.

I'm not dead. At least, I don't think I am.

I'm not a dog owner anymore and I never will be again. I'm heartbroken. I will never, ever get another dog. Ever.

Wednesday was the first day I didn't cry in almost two weeks. It was a miracle. And I made it through yesterday, too.

I didn't take my antidepressants this morning and typing this is bringing tears to my eyes so maybe I'm not ready to handle life without a fake happy quite yet.

All of those dumb little things you thought drove you crazy are the things you miss most when they are gone. Like barking at the garbage trucks. Or bonking her face against your face.

Sorry for the depressing post. I just feel like I need to get it out.

And I just started a chain reaction of tears in the office. Oh, dear. It must be a full moon.


R.I.P. Shady