My ninth day without You

I've never had to deal with death.

I've never had to hold something until it's last breath.

I've never been around anything, only to see them stop fighting for their lives.

And I was lucky, that way. I was, and still am, ignorant on death and loss.

But, on Thursday night. I held my new puppy- all night. And at four in the morning. She stopped fighting, and I felt her leave. And, I've never experienced anything that surreal, painful, and scary.

Besides you leaving, of course.

R.I.P. Dixie Rose