It has been like this for awhile. I just haven't had the desire to write. And since we moved, I haven't even had the desire to write in a paper journal. Not once. Not a sentence. Not even in John's journal. I don't even think I know where the journals are. They may still be packed in a box somewhere in the house.
So what's been happening? Let's see.
I've lost weight. I feel free. We moved to a great neighbourhood. John switched schools. Steven has a motorcycle. I'm doing well at my job. And..
and
and
and
we lost Riley. :(
It's just such a big hole in my heart. We're in a new house and I can actually picture him. Oh how he'd love the ridge. How much he'd love the bunnies. He'd love the gigantic yard and would have loved to sleep under the playhouse. He would have loved LOVED the cool tiles. He would not have loved the stairs but he would have loved the coolness of the basement.
I can't even describe how much I miss him. He wasn't just a dog. He was our baby. Our first. He gave unconditional love. He was so smart. One of a kind. It's just hard to get used to.
