Losing Loved Things
Tomorrow, a woman is coming to check out my dog because we have to sell her. If the woman likes her, sheâ€™s going to take her home and I will never see her again.
The woman has five kids and they will be so happy with my dog, but why do I have to get rid of her? I feel so mean, even though my dog is admittedly not the most intelligent, so she wonâ€™t really miss me. I hate that I will never see her again. I hate this feeling, of dread, of hopelessness, of hurt, of everything.
I feel as though Iâ€™m losing a piece of my soul.