Grieving

The first thing Jeff said to me this morning was, "She's not here." 

"I know," I said. What could I say? The first thing we've done each morning for the past month was to look at Lola's bed, see if she were awake, and see if she looked okay.

Even though she's gone (I actually sang a bit of this song)  I feel her presence everywhere. I moved a few things--her leash and collar, her bowls--out of sight out of mind--at least for the moment. At least, I don't have to see all of her things.  But of course, she is everywhere.

We love you Lola.

We miss you Lola.