Today was a little easier, but it really gets me how people in my life have already kinda moved on and forgotten about the loss I suffered yesterday. I don't feel better, I lost my best friend! She wasn't JUST A DOG!!! I haven't had a drink in nearly 7 years. This is the first thing to happen to me in all that time, that I seriously considered going out and getting f**cked up! I didn't want to feel this way and I didn't want to think about her being gone. But she is gone, and drinking would have only made things worse. But I wanted anyone who read this to understand the scope of my feelings here. She wasn't your average everyday yapping dog. She was quiet, intelligent, and devoted to me. I miss her and my chest litterally hurts. She was my baby, my "Moochie" long before I had my daughter. I don't know how to end this, because this isn't over, so bye for now!
