It’s been about a month since I blogged and I won’t lie, it’s been rough. The truth is I made my way through a solid two weeks of sobbing over my sweet Phoebe. Cue the photo medley.

It’s getting better but I still get sidelined missing this wonky dog. I miss her lying by the recliner all the freaking time. I miss her yelling at Seven when he’s in her space and she’s not on board. I even miss her taking up all my space in the bed at night.

If you’re not a dog person I bet this post sounds weird. As in I get it, your dog died, you’re sad, get over it. It’s not like we haven’t lost dogs before but this time feels different. At the risk of sounding all whooshy Phoebe was special. We had some kind of connection I can’t explain and it’s making the whole acceptance and recovery stage complicated.

I miss my dog, y’all, and it’s derailed my writing mojo. I’ll keep trying.