I'm writing an article for the bold italic and was out doing some research for it last night. I was out for about three hours when I returned home to my kitting dying. I held her in my arms as I frantically tried to rush to the pet hospital but she died as I walked to the car. I couldn't cry. I was calmly shocked. I took her to my backyard and buried her in a soft mound under my apple tree. Here she will forever rest.
I went to bed and had nightmares all night of murdering and death. I silently sobbed between my horribly, fucked up dreams. I had Holly for 19 years and every night she slept snuggled in my arms, tucked at my chest. Last night was the first time in nearly two decades that I felt alone as I slept.
I'm utterly heartbroken in a way that seems so indescribable. Today, is the first day of a life a tad less bright, as a light in me has gone out.
Please don't call me. I don't want to, I can not talk.
The last photos taken of me and my boo. Rest in peace my love.