Trying to get through each day without you.

I clean the snow off your headstone, (mommie carved your name in it), everyday. I shake the snow off off the fall leaves, (artificial), that are put there. You loved fall leaves so much.

To not only lose you, but lose you so young is tearing me up inside. I am happy that you are not in pain anymore, but that is my only consolation. Every morning brings a reminder that you're not there, holding a tennis ball in your mouth, wagging your tail.

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