Next month will be six months since she has been gone.

I grew up with dogs but she was my first official dog. I got her when I was 18 and she had been with me my whole adult hood. We went through a lot together. Traveled to Europe and lived in Belgium for a bit. She got to meet my two kids and I knew the time would one day come. Her departure came so sudden though and I was not ready. I am still having a hard time processing that she is gone. Part of me is in huge denial and I don’t want to accept she really is gone. I try not thinking about her as much and it helps the kids keep me busy. However, every now and then I get into my feelings and I start wishing I had one more day with her. I only hope she knew how much she meant to me and that even though the past few years I didn’t give her the same amount of attention (two kids under three is a lot) that she still meant everything to me. I hope she knew that I loved her dearly and that her absence left a big void in my heart.