So, not such a happy new year here. And you want to know what really sucks? I can't read. I can't write. There's no getting lost in a book to forget about sadness for awhile. My brain just won't focus. Honestly, I'm having difficulty putting this blog entry together, but I'm determined to write my way through this paralysis. So, here I sit, tapping away and trying to create a sentence that is neither maudlin nor flip. And failing miserably.
Maybe you're reading this and thinking, "Being dramatic much?" I'm guessing then that you've never lost a pet. I see her and hear her everywhere, and sitting with an animal while they die isn't something you can just shake off and instantly move on from. (See? Now I'm ending sentences in prepositions. It's the grief writing, and apparently, grief has terrible grammar.)
No wise or witty words today. No lists or rants. Just a sad person trying not to think so much about big green eyes or stripey tails and then writing about them anyway.
Abby (1999 - 2015)