In a nutshell (cos I'm really fucking tired):

- My dog has been missing since Monday March 30th 2009.
- I've had that dog since I was ten years old.
- He is... or was... going to be ten years old on November 8th 2009.
- Nothing in the world could ever replace what he meant to me.
- I'm crying and typing this.
- I've been crying all the time.
- I love him so so much
- It rips me apart not having closure...
- When I come home at nights... he's not there.
- There's an hollow emptiness inside of me.
- Every day the hole in my heart grows.
- Before bed, I look through the front window and whistle for him.
- I miss him so much...
- Whenever I was depressed... I'd hold him and cry
- He used to come upstairs and jump on the bed to wake me up.
- Got my first set of ink done today... in his... memory.



Usually I'd type something really long and heartbreaking... Despite the fact that I'm exhausted... It'll kill me if I have to dissect my feelings and emotions and examine them bit by bit. I just... really can't do it.

I miss him more than anything.