It is horrendous.
I swear I still see his black, plump figure laying there on the floor next to Gigi.
Walking through the door is hard knowing that he won't be there to greet me, wagging his tail, wanting me to pet him.
It seems like suddenly everything I do... I can relate it back to Jojo and I become horribly depressed.
Last night...I cleared all thoughts...I was exhausted and I was ready for sleep. I lied down, closed my eyes...and all I saw was Jojo.
He was such a big part of my life.
I've lost pets before..."Been there, done that. It never gets any easier."
And it sucks.
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