Tomorrow it will be 3 weeks since Cash inhaled his Kong ball and died. I never got the chance to say goodbye-- I petted him when I left for work and a few hours later my husband was calling me from the vet's office to come and view his body. So far not a single day has gone by without me crying. Some times just a few tears fall; others I am gripped by great, body-wracking sobs and feel like I wish I were dead too. If it weren't for my husband and Rocky the temptation to follow Cash would be so great.
I am so tired of being sad all the time. All I want is my Cashdog back.
