Dec 12, 2013 09:08
Tattoos as therapy. I got my moon tattoo last night. It didn't even hurt, like it was meant to go on my body. I feel better with a permanent reminder of Luna. She made me so happy, how could I ever forget her, but having that art there just felt right. I knew I needed this. I got a waxing gibbous, for Luna, who shown so brightly.
Life is so hard without her. I miss my best friend. I miss how she made my heart feel full. I know that my heart still feels full when I'm with my other dog friends, but it also feels like my heart got smaller. It shrank without Luna.
Alex is patient and kind to me. He is worried, but he doesn't fuss about me, nor does he ignore me. It's helpful. He watches me, makes sure I am content, or at least comfortable. We haven't known each other long enough for me to ask these things of him, but he is doing them.
Instead of sad, I'm angry much of the time. I'm angry at Luna's vet office, who could have caught this earlier. I'm angry with my mother, who asked for money in her email of condolence for Luna. I'm angry with the street harassers who don't understand to leave me be. I'm angry with myself, for not doing more. I'm working my way up to watching "The Body." I'm trying to be okay with feeling a little hopeless.