i can’t thank you enough for the messages, comments, calls and gifts. losing truman was such a shock.
he went to bed last saturday night with {what we thought} was the health of a pup. he definitely had the demeanor and show of dog with at least 3 or 4 years left. he woke up sunday morning, riddled with cancer, ready to die.
my o.c.d., my need to plan and prepare for everything, has been knocked out of alignment. like a disc that’s been herniated, i crave to put everything back in its perfect, scheduled, peaceful, non-heartbreaking order.
bitch twitch, who had disappeared, is back with full vengeance. if i knew where and what my chakras were, i’m supposing they’re scattered in different counties, hamlets and cays getting their spring break on on my dollar and peace of mind.
i will emerge from my blue. i always do. usually i just had truman to help me.
sending hugs and sparkling orange vibes – anything to counteract and negate the blue.
xoxo
Hope today you find a little sparkle!
i'll help you. love you my sweetest.
The only one who can comfort you….is Truman. That is the horrible, irony of a broken heart.
One of my favorite lines in a song…"there's more room in a broken heart." Priscilla's purple feathers will help.
Love you sweet pea girl….
You'll make it through this, my dear. Just focus on the love that Truman gave you. I know it'll be hard because he isn't there anymore, but you'll find that comfort again.