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Sunday, March 07, 2004  

Everytime I think about Cookie, especially today, I am reminded of the good times I've shared with her -- especially in this apartment. Moving here, I thought was a new beginning for me...for us. Of course I never really imagined my life without my beloved dog. I figured new apartment, new independence, new memories...

Everyday for the first two weeks after we moved in, I would stand at any doorway and admire my new place. Smiling, I was overjoyed but unaware that my happiness would be very short-lived.

Today was a beautiful warm day. I ran errands then came home, opened the windows and relaxed. The small of the warm air mixed with the blooming flowers outside and my potpourri and candles inside, reminded me of all the warm, lazy Sundays I used to spend with Cookie and I was immediately sad. I was reminded of the emptiness and missing was the one person/thing that made me happiest.

Often times, I think maybe those few of you who read this may think I am too dramatic or wonder why I can't just suck it up and move on. The thing is, you can imagine how deep such a loss will affect your life, but not until you experience it, do you know. As I've said before, Cookie helped get me through some of the most painful and emotional times of my adult life. I am only grateful that she was there for me. When she died, I not only lost a pet, but truly a friend and most treasured companion. I don't quite know how to explain it, but because she got me through the aforementioned "issues," it made me wonder how I could get through any future pain and heartache now that she is gone.

It is almost five months now since she has been gone. My heart doesn't ache any less than it did before. Perhaps it hurts even more. In my apartment, I still have out her food bowl, nightlight, bed and playthings. I make my bed, still remembering to get out a sheet for her that I placed over my duvet where she used to sleep.

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