August 12, 2009
Today marks a year and a half since that horrific day when my sweet boy, the love of my life, left this life. Whoever said "it gets easier" needs to be kicked in the teeth and told, when scrambling around looking for tooth-chards in blinding pain, that hey, it gets easier. Smile. When he was away at the vet's and I was at the gym, I framed scenes of his eventual homecoming to Nick Cave's "There She Goes, My Beautiful World" on my iPod, so excited at the prospect I'd almost sing aloud. I haven't listened to that song since.