For weeks I’ve been walking around like a zombie. Mindlessly putting one foot in front of the other and moving along. All the while there’s this hole in my heart and an overwhelming sense that something’s missing. I know what it is. I miss my friend. I miss the unconditional love. I miss the one being who never let me down. I miss Chance.
I find it hard to do most things that I use to do. But I trudge along trying to smile but grimacing instead. My heart is heavy and it actually aches. For almost 9 years I had my partner in life….Chance.
He was a character. My friend David termed him “velcro dog” because he wouldn’t leave my side. If I moved he moved right with me. Now I feel as if I’m missing something. Jeez, don’t let me talk about how my apartment feels. The silence. The emptiness. I still haven’t been able to get rid of his water and food bowl. They still sit in the stand. I find myself looking over there wishing he was hovering over his water bowl slurping away leaving a puddle of water where he stood. How I wish I could mop it up. I miss hearing him eat. I miss sharing the couch with him. I miss him trying to sit on my lap. I miss him looking at me. I miss watching him sleep. I miss being woke up in the middle of the night by his snoring or from his silent but deadly smelling farts.
Oh, who am I kidding…. I just miss him.
People tell me that the true healer is time.
I guess only time will tell.