Every day, if I stop to consider it, the absence of a particular jingle or gait or vocalization or set of eyes or warm body or...
THAT is something to which one can become accustomed, but I don't think we ever get over, entirely, the loss any creature whom we truly have loved.
I have lost it nearly every time I have had to make that final, awful call (when I could), or otherwise have a pet pass. And when I remember that...*sigh* 🥺😥😭
