~ Lefty ~

Cried about you last night or the other night before. Memories flooded my mind about you on your last days of life. You laying on me, while you were in pain. Petting you, loving you. Crying.

And then when you died, blaming myself for your death. Saying it was all my fault. Saying it could have been avoided. Wishing to turn back, rewind, fix it. Then going into depression for 2 weeks or more. Those being the hardest weeks with out you. Then trying to help myself, dedicating a journal to you. So I could write to you about my days. Now that may seem silly, but to me if meant something.

Then I wrote to my cousin Sarah about it. And she wrote back And said she broke into tears reading my letter. But this was last year. It has been a year avd a half since you've been gone. I can't believe it. But I still think about you... And ya once in awhile I do still break down and cry. It's tough not too.

It seems to be that both animals/people have affect on us when they die. And yes we will always have memories of them. The happy times together and the hard times of their life drawing to an end. And sometimes we try not to think about them or we don't want people to bring it up, because we try not to talk about them.

And the healing process can be long sometimes, trying to get over it, trying to heal the wounds.
Depends on who you are. It's different for every person.

But ya just thought I'd say this. Miss you Lefty!