We all try to find signs of comfort with the passing of Chinkie. A dog goes into Mum's shop and she thinks it might be Chinkie. I had an insect on my office door yesterday and I think it is him coming by for a visit. He knows I'm afraid of moths so he comes in the form of a tiny insect?
It's our own little ways to cope with the loss. Never realise it could be so hard. And him going so suddenly did not help...
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