Luke was put to sleep on April 17th. Feb 1st to April 17th seemed like a very long time. It was a very hard and stressful time. I look back now and think how short the time really was. That I took for granted the time I did have with my Luke. It is so so hard. I miss him terribly everyday. He was my baby, a furry child.
I just can't type about it. I sit here with tears streaming down my face as I type this. I re-read a couple journal notes I wrote the days surrounding his death, thinking I'd just transcribe them here. Reading them did me in. No way I could see through the tears to put it on here.
Trying to move on is hard. He was my shadow, my best friend. I'm still no where near ready for another dog. I still want my dog. My husband might get his wish of me waiting to get a new dog until his return.
Speaking of his return we are nearing the half-way point. I can't wait to have more days behind us than there are ahead of us. That is always nice.
