It always sneaks up on me that my puppy isn’t alive anymore. Like I really can’t even fathom that she’s not here. I can’t imagine going home and her not being there.
I can’t really remember a time before she was here, and I don’t know what it’s going to be like now that she’s gone.
I don’t want to believe it. I want to go home and for my dad to say no, Jess that was all a joke. We didn’t actually put her down. She’s still here. You should go pet her; she missed you.
My dog is dead, and this is so much harder than I thought it would be.