Today, so far, has been hell. Or actually, it has quite good, but I feel like hell.

It's like there's a hole inside of me. I keep looking for him in the house. Last night, after we got back home, I thought I heard his heavy breathing.

And I nearly broke down crying when a guide-dog in training walked by me.

Oh, Shir. It's so hard, I know. I'm not sure if this will help or not: [link] but it helped me. And the whole website helped me, too.

Luck to you, Bonnie. A couple of aspirin might help speed the process.

Shir, I am so so sorry for your pain. He looks like such a sweet boy, and that hole will be there for a long time to come, but eventually it'll be something you cherish. For now, let yourself fall apart when you need to.

Bonny, good luck! Drink water.

Iron~ma to you, Bonny. You'll do great.

Go bonny! You can do it!

Shir, there is also a website where you can create a virtual memorial to a pet, if such a thing appeals to you. [link]

Flow, bonny, flow!

Someone outside of my office is hacking like they're dying. It's very distracting.

In editing, I've come across the best name ever: van der Crabben. It's just begging to be used when teasing someone who's cranky: "Looks like Mr. van der Crabben didn't get enough sleep!" Or "Watch out for Baroness van der Crabben today!"

I think what I'm missing is the plans I had in my head to hang out with him as he became an old man.

oh, how I know this feeling, sweetie! For example, I know that if/when I ever get married it will be incredibly bittersweet for me because no one would have been more happy for me than him.