Time heals wounds, right?

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I feel empty. It’s been two days and I’m finding grief has not let up even a little. It’s like grief has moved in to the space Chewy left behind.

I still check under my chair and over my bedside. The bathroom rug is still empty. Kiko and I keep passing in the hall, a question on his face I cannot answer.

Truthfully, I am heartbroken.

Though an unexpected twist: the outpour of support has been overwhelming. I have received comments, messages, texts, emails, and phone calls. All of them offering love, condolences, support, and a place to lean. Some of them from the most unexpected places.

I am truly grateful for everyone who has reached out in some way. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

This is something I know will take time. Lots of time. I don’t question our choices. I question if I’ll ever be able to forget what it felt like to let him go while he was still in my arms.

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