I woke up today and did something I have not been ready to
do. I got up without a second thought packed up Ali’s things. I put her toys,
and brush in a shoe box. I put all her food in a bag to return to Target.
I felt I was ready to put things away, and start moving
forward.
I was numb returning her food, and teared up after thinking about the day she passed away. Her things are
away, her food is gone, her litter will go to a new home. Life is moving on.
I spoke to my father today, and cried. I had not cried in
awhile. I felt as though I was passed the crying but I guess I won’t be passed
crying for awhile.
Next step on moving forward. . .picking up her ashes. I am
not ready. I am not ready to go back to
the vet where she passed away. I am certainly not ready to go alone, in time.
Moving forward, one day at a time.