Missing him...

For the past couple of days, my lost puppy has been on my mind. I don't understand this whole process and how long it will take for me to stop being sad about it. For some of you, this must sound just silly that I am still mourning the loss of a dog, but it just hurts sometimes.

I pray daily for the peace of mind that I did the right thing by letting him go when I did. But I also try to dismiss these thoughts all together because what is done, is done. Part of me yearns for a puppy now even more than before but the rest of me wants nothing to do with that idea because that means more pain down the road. Maybe I am just having one of those girl days where you can't keep your emotions in check or maybe the love I had for him was like that of a family member. I have pictures of him everywhere and when I glance over at them I often forget that he is gone but quickly remember.

Not exactly sure why I felt the need to share that information but there you have it. I don't have much else to report right this minute due to being so busy at work.

Until next time, happy short work week