It's been 11 days now. And I don't think I've had enough time to grieve. I've been busy even before Chinkie passed on. And right after I sent him "on his way", I dived right back into work, and I meant that literally. I headed right back to the office, and that was at 9pm+. It's probably my way of escapism.
Each night before I close my eyes in bed, I'll look at his photo in my phone. I miss him so, so much. So does mum. Everyday she wakes up still feeling weird about not having to prep food for two (yes, that's him and hers). It's been a good long 13 years. He's so integrated into this little family, it's gonna take us a while to get used to the quietness around the house.
Mum says she still smells him some days. I don't. But I did dream a little dream of him.
You take care now little bugger, you're in good hands.
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