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It was eight days ago, yet it feels like yesterday.
I still cry.
Like tonight as I did the laundry and found her blanket.
I cried alone in the garage.
No one to observe it but the spiders and beetles.
I miss her so much
For the very first time, I want to be angry with Goddess.
But I can't.
I keep expecting her to come up and bump my arm,
Her mute way of getting my attention.
I woke up the other day and said, "Hey, Old Woman."
The realization that she wasn't there, took my breath away.
Never felt like this about a pet before,
Not that I allow myself to remember, anyway.
I know time makes it easier
But I really wish it would hurry along.
I hurt for her.
I still cry.
Like tonight as I did the laundry and found her blanket.
I cried alone in the garage.
No one to observe it but the spiders and beetles.
I miss her so much
For the very first time, I want to be angry with Goddess.
But I can't.
I keep expecting her to come up and bump my arm,
Her mute way of getting my attention.
I woke up the other day and said, "Hey, Old Woman."
The realization that she wasn't there, took my breath away.
Never felt like this about a pet before,
Not that I allow myself to remember, anyway.
I know time makes it easier
But I really wish it would hurry along.
I hurt for her.