Today is the day after Zoe died and I’m inexplicably angry at losing her. Not mad at God, I’m simply harboring a deep seated, lustful rage against the injustice of it. I want her back. NOW.
I understand that anger is ‘part of the process’, but please; I know she’s dead. I accept that fact, really I do.

I was just curled up on her little bed on the floor. Yes, crazy lady alert! Crone lying on a dinky dog bed, sobbing into a well worn dog toy. The last thing she did on this earth was crawl to that bed; she loved it. And what did I do? I put her back on the floor, thinking since she had just soiled the bed I’d take the cover off and put a new one on for her. I didn’t know she was about to die on the fucking floor.

I’m damned disgusted with myself right about now. And angry.

I’m just ranting; you all have been so supportive you can’t know how much it means to me! But I’m going to close comments on this post.