Grief

This morning I put the tea kettle on. With no water in it. It sat there on the fire for an hour until I smelled something burning.

Shows how much I am off routine without my girl around. It used to be she would hop up on the bed, I would say, "Are you ready to start your day?" and she would leap off the bed and trot toward the door. I'd let her out, put the water on for tea, and then she'd be at the door ready to come back in.

She was buried yesterday at Noah's Gardens.

My stomach feels like someone scraped it out with a grapefruit spoon.

I am not sleeping well.

I walk to the fridge, open it, and shut the door.

Whenever I leave the house, I still instinctively check her dishes to be sure she has water.

When I come home, I leave the garage door open to let her out. And then I wonder why the garage door is still open.

I've been single for over 7 years now. But I've never felt this alone.