I know this is an extra hard week for me, and hopefully next week will be better. H's birthday is Sunday. It will be the 2nd in 30 years that we haven't been together. My father passed away 5 years ago on 3/3, buried 3/5. One of my outside dogs became very ill and I called the vet who met me out at the house this morning. The vet told me that he thought it was cancer of the spleen. Max was 14 years old and suffering, so I had to have him put to sleep. My first L appt. was Tuesday of this week and all this week I've been preparing to take my kids to competition this weekend, and am stressed about that.
I sent H a text to tell him about Max---didn't expect an answer, and of course did not get one. There's really nothing that can be said, but he was his dog too.
The memories do not stop. There is not one thing in my daily life that does not remind me of H and what we had. I know that focussing on myself helps---to a point, because I am beginning to get caught up in the worry about my financial future.
I will look forward to competition tomorrow and hopefully next week will be better.
Me 45 M 25 yrs; T 31 yrs;bomb 8/15/06; moves out 7/18/08 D 18, D 14, S 12