It is three and a half weeks and the pain is just as bad as it was in the beginning. People keep telling me to get over it and I just tell them I will when I am ready. Yesterday I found pictures of KC as a new member of our household. He was so little. He was all ears and feet. He would sit at the window and click at the squirrels outside.
I miss seeing KC when I come in the house. It is just crazy, but yesterday I came back from a walk and actually called his name when I opened the back door. What is the matter with me. I miss you KC.