September 5: Day Seven
Not over it yet. I don’t know what the trigger was this morning – I had to put the trash out by the curb and Jackson’s old filthy plastic dish holder went out too. As I walked past the washer I saw his bedding in there waiting to be washed. Maybe that was it. I came back in and broke down again. I vacuumed where his bed was again – found a couple of pieces of kibble. Finished vacuuming, turned on the washer for his bedding, then went out and sat on the porch and cried. No, I don’t want anything to eat. I already feel nauseous. No, I don’t want to visit anybody. I don’t have the patience. No, I don’t want to drive anywhere. I just want to be left alone. I want my dog back again.