Today is one year, the first anniversary if you will, of the day my precious, perfect, and beloved Little passed away. This day fucking sucks. My heart hurts. My eyes are swollen. I am sick to my stomach. I miss my Little every day. Without fail.
There has not been one hour of one day that I have been awake in the last year that I have not thought about him or said aloud “I miss you Little.” I wonder...do other people feel this way about the loss of their beloved for babies? Do others still cry a year later when they think about the loss? I just don’t know. And frankly I don’t care if they do or not. And when I say I don’t care I don’t mean that I don’t care in terms of how others feel because I do. My heart hurts for anyone who has lost someone they loved, whether that someone walked on two or four legs. What I mean really is that I don’t care if someone thinks I shouldn’t cry or that I shouldn’t still miss my Little.
I started this blog because I needed to grieve out loud. And by acknowledging every day how much Little, how much he meant to me and how much I miss him is me actually grieving out loud.
I miss you my Little. My beautiful, perfect lil b. I love you. I miss you very day. You have not and will never cross the rainbow bridge because you will always still be here. With me. I think that’s where you belong.
Peace and paws,
Little’s mom
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