Well, it's been a hell of a couple of weeks. August has turned out to be a level of awful that's surpassed this whole goddamn year of bad. Losing my pup, Chewbi, on August 14th was a level of pain I can't even describe. I miss him and every time I think I'm getting past it, I feel awful all over again. Do you think it's okay to say that I'm looking forward to the end of this burning dumpster-fire of a year?
We got Chewbi's ashes back yesterday and the vet also had paw prints made for us in plaster. It was such a lovely gesture, but seeing the little wooden urn really hit me. I knew he was gone, but taking him home that way was brutal. I have some more upbeat things to talk about soon, but I'm gonna have to put them off for a bit while I continue to try to recover. Maybe when September comes and I can put August behind me.
