Grieving

I am reading about how to grieve, and I know that I am just starting the process. I felt a lot of guilt the first week. I sometimes feel fine and I forget. I can laugh and act as if nothing had happened, and suddenly it just hurts all over again. I just can't believe she is gone. I drive home with the uneasy feeling that I have to take her out, that she is hungry and needs me. Then it hits me, I don't have to hurry. There is a moment of relief and then comes the pain, she wont be there. Emotions, they are never what you expect. I love this picture of Tyche, she is defiant, looking up at a world that is so much bigger than her. She makes no apologies for her smallness, her crooked paws take her where she wants to go, she has a big bark and gets noticed. She looks up fearless, and nothing can stop her from enjoying the world. They say it helps to tell stories, to remember the Good Life. I am working on it.