Oh how bad is this day. It is one month since our dear KC passed away in my arms at 3 am. I woke up at 3 am and went to the kitchen and sat on the floor and cried. I just feel so lost.
Yesterday I just stood in the middle of my bedroom and screamed and cried holding his blanket. I really think I am just going crazy. I am good for awhile and then something triggers memories and then I see his beautiful sad face as he left us. When will the tears stop.
My poor husband thinks I need to see a doctor. I just feel after taking care of and loving KC for 17 years my life has changed. I love him and he is always my priority but I guess I am a mom and love taking care of a little one that needs me totally.