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I was rifling through a shoebox full of pictures that I brought to my apartment for some reason. I found a bunch of pictures of Ivy that I want to do something with. Maybe get one of those multiple picture frame arrangements that hang on walls.
I also brought the sympathy card from Banfield with her pawprints to my apartment. I thought I was dealing reasonable well with her death, but having all these reminders around has turned me into a secret emotional wreck for the past few days.
I've been exposing myself to all this knowing full well how much it was going to fuck me up. I know storing all this stuff away somewhere will make things easier for me. But then I'm afraid I'll just be dealing with it by forgetting about her. And I don't ever want to do that.
I would give anything to hold her again.
I also brought the sympathy card from Banfield with her pawprints to my apartment. I thought I was dealing reasonable well with her death, but having all these reminders around has turned me into a secret emotional wreck for the past few days.
I've been exposing myself to all this knowing full well how much it was going to fuck me up. I know storing all this stuff away somewhere will make things easier for me. But then I'm afraid I'll just be dealing with it by forgetting about her. And I don't ever want to do that.
I would give anything to hold her again.