100 Days Without You

100 days. 100 days of this never ending nightmare. Nothing makes any sense at all. It still feels like yesterday. I’ve combed through everything again and again and I don’t understand why you are gone. There was no reason for something to come take you out of left field like that. You were doing so well overall. You were a puppy by activity, energy and playfulness levels. You loved life so much. It makes no sense why you are just gone out of nowhere. I have no answers. Your doctors only have guesses. I have so much guilt. What did I miss? How could you be dying in front of me and I didn’t even know it?

I miss you. I miss your little sounds. I miss your loud demands and quiet asks. I miss the sound of your little hop onto the bed and your thump on the tile in your favorite spot. I miss you kicking me with that back leg that you always had to stretch out. I miss your looks, your kisses, your presence. You are the glue that kept us going. We are lost without you. There is no meaning in this life without you.