When will it get easier?

I have been having a difficult time lately. Grief has grabbed ahold of me again and I just can't shake it. I miss my dog. Actually it is more like I. MISS. MY. DOG. Do you hear me God?

I am not sure why at this point it is so very hard for me, but it is. I just find myself consumed with grief at moments. It just hits me out of the blue. For the past 7 days, I have cried at least 4 of them. Of course, it wasn't for the whole day, but 30 minutes out of my day I felt his loss so deeply.

He was MY boy. He was MY buddy. He loved ME unconditionally.

I know that Maggie misses him just as much. I can see it in her lately. She just seems so sad. A lot of it is probably because she can sense it in me.

Here are a few pictures of my best friend...

The Santa suit that was an XL but apparently, Jake is bigger than an XL!


Yes, that is David sharing the end of the recliner with Jake. Do you think this dog was loved?


AH, he gets the recliner to himself. Who is the master here?


Jake's gentle ways would melt anyone's heart. He could be trusted with any child or baby for that matter.


Jake with his new sister, Maggie. I was so worried about his nose being bent when I brought her home. Their friendship was heaven sent. They loved each other so much.

I sometimes wonder if all of this would have been easier if he went on his own without my help. Don't worry, I know this is just a rough spot right now and time has made everything easier.

He is always in my heart.