It's been three weeks and I am still waiting for it to get easier. I didn't just lose a pet, I lost my best friend. I lost the girl that I sought every time I had a bad day, the girl that went hiking with me on summer evenings, the girl that kept me company on so many long road trips, the girl who rested her head on my shoulder and said more with her eyes than words could ever say. She is the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. Every moment that I am not distracted, I am thinking of her. I don't see the day in the near future when I won't cry for her. I miss her so terribly.

Sometimes I feel as if I have misplaced something but I don't know what it is. Like something should be with me but isn't. I don't know if that feeling will ever go away. I kind of hope it doesn't.