Two Weeks

We found the lump under Bella’s jaw on October 27, the day before she was scheduled to visit the vet for a follow up following dental surgery. We would lose her three and a half months later.

I no longer fight back tears on campus or in stores, but they come in force every morning.  It’s been two weeks since she died, just over five weeks since she began to decline, and less than three months since December 8, when our worst fears were confirmed.

Tomorrow marks another sad first: the beginning of the first month without her in our lives.

We’re still recovering, but every day without her has been hell.