really. missing. my. dog.

so i'm going through my days these days, right? moving along. smiling. feeling like maybe i can do this whole life without dog thing. walking on the beach all by myself isn't so bad. not having to come home to make sure clyde's okay isn't the end of the world. being able to spend an entire day in berkeley without rushing home to cook him dinner and do the vitamins actually felt like a luxury.

but then today while i was at logos? just minding my own business. looking at herb books. harmless little herb books. herb books that have no sentimental value whatsoever. tears. sobs. crumpled nakedjen on the floor between the herb books and the pregnancy books. snot running in all forms from her nose. sob.sob.sob.sob.

not pretty. could not even begin to pull myself together to let the poor woman who was quite concerned know that i was, in fact, all right. i was just really missing my dog. really. missing. my. dog.

some day, i know, the herb books at logos will not create such a strong reaction. but when flipping through them and finding, oh, a tincture for osteoarthritis and then remembering that you had brewed that very tincture for your dear sweet handsome man...

well, tears.  and missing.  and sobs.  and yes, i will be okay.

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