I guess I must be failing. The more I try, the worse it gets. The last month has been really rough. Just when I turn my back, life hits me again.
We lost two of our fur children, Cinnamon and Bella. Not Cinnamon. Not Bella. Please. That makes three since July. No warning. But not Cinnamon. Not Bella. Couldn’t it be one of the others that I’m not as dedicated to? What am I gonna do now? I have all this love and nowhere to put it. So it comes out through my eyes.
I’m failing. Every death weakens my spirit. My body follows. Been so sick since Bella left us. I miss her so much. She has been my touchstone since Toby died. And now I don’t have her either. If only I could go home. But it’s not time.
If only.
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