is difficult. Especially when every few moments I catch my mind wandering, missing him. I can't concentrate worth crap. I have to watch myself around my co-workers. I know the sympathy can only stretch so far before everyone starts rolling their eyes and thinking "There she goes talking about that dog again."But I know I will be ok - eventually. I no longer wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly, surprisingly remember he's gone. And I did make it through my evening walk without tears. I'm sure the Indian couple were relieved, after a week's worth of odd encounters, me crying, they staring as we pass each other walking the block.
And I'm prepping my application for adoption of a corgi rescue - part of me feeling guilty, too soon? But I know it may take a while to find that right match. I'll never find another "Mojo" and I'm not trying to replace him. I know I just need a dog in my life.
Damn it, he was such a great dog.
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