One week

My Dear Gwenie,

It has been a little over a week since you have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you every day, more and more. I cry on my way to work in the morning, on my way home, and I cry myself to sleep missing you at night. And now, things are even worse with the loss of Mallory, but I know that you are together, and that gives me a little peace.

I've spent the past two days in bed, because sleep is the only escape that I have from the pain and sadness of losing my two little girls in two weeks. I should have known that I would dream about you. I dreamt that I was at mom and dad's house, and that mom could hear you walking around the house, but she couldn't see you. Only I could see you, and you were lying next to me, as I was petting you. Your coat was shiny and soft, like it was when you were healthy. Your tumors were gone, and you were young again. I cried when I woke up, because you felt so far away from me again.

I haven't been to mom and dad's house since that day. I can't bear walking through the door without you on the other side of it. I guess that it's selfish of me, because mom and dad have to live without you there every day, and I know that their hearts are broken too. I'd like to think that it's like when I was away at school, and didn't see you for about a month at a time, and when I'd return, you would come down a few steps, peek through the railings to see if it was worth coming the WHOLE way down the steps, and then come down to see me and ask where I had been. Except for this time, nomatter how long I wait to come home, you won't be there at all. Home will never be the same without you.

I miss you so much Gwenie.

Love,
Elizabeth

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