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My dog died months ago and I still cry about her. I miss holding her close and falling asleep to her snores. I miss her every minute of every day, sometimes it's very physically painful. I'm even crying a little as I write this. I helped deliver her and watched her grow old. I feel like my brain actually processed her as my literal child because she was born when historically I would have already had a child, and maybe that's why I still grieve so hard for her. I love her so much.
No matter how many different 4chan boards and pokemon games I shuffle through I can't fully distract myself from the fact that she's not sitting in my lap anymore.