I have an hour to write 800 words on a subject I know nothing about and I’ve spent the past hour crying about the dogs. I have accepted that they are better off and getting the exercise they need but why do I still find it so hard without them?!?!
I’ve never felt this upset about anything in my life. Not when my Dad left when I was younger or when my Mum threw me out. Maybe it’s because I feel like I had a better connection with those 2 dogs than the one with my own parents?