This has been a bit of a surreal week. My dog was put down on Wednsday, which was not only sad but put me in a bit of shock. When I got home, it was so weird to not be greeted by him. When I left the next morning, it was weird not to say a word to anyone on my way out. The creepiest thing, by far, is that if his collar jingles (because it's haning on a closet doorknob at the moment), my insticts tell me for a split second that he is coming, even though I know he isn't at the same time. It's like if you rattled something and you would cut into another dimension each time you shook it.
R.I.P. Charley
Losing my dog Charley is probably the bigg