What I know for sure at this point is:
- Milo was an angel in dog form sent to me by God to watch over me, love me and get me through my cancer & sobriety journey
- There was something very, very special about the love we shared and I will be grateful for that for the rest of my life.
- I feel like a very special person has left my life.
- I wish I could carry a sign that says "I'm hurting" so everyone would walk & talk softly around me.
- Knowing what grief feels like, I know I'm smack dab in it. I'm irritable, fatigued, wanting to just be alone and yet craving the comfort of anothers presence.
- I hate the word "doggie" with a passion
- I'm going to just ignore those people who think I should just "take a whole day to grieve, then keep moving forward". Grief doesn't actually work that way.
- Milo was sent here for a finite period of time, until I was ready to stand on my own. His being taken means, I believe, that God knows I'm now ready to do just that.
- I miss him something awful. I miss hugging him, I miss the way we used to press our foreheads together, the way he moaned in pleasure when I was loving on him, and the frisky little way he'd stare at me when he was hungry or wanted to go for a walk.
- He has left a huge empty place in my life, and I think I'm ready for a real man to fill that spot.
More later, I'm exhausted. My book, In Pursuit of the Divine: Written Stories to Empower a Woman's Soul is being released tomorrow and I have a few things to do for that tonight. I am about to be a published author, can't even believe it. It feels surreal, in an amazingly good way!
Love & Hugs
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