Pet grief is quiet until you realize how many routines had a heartbeat in them. There is a habit in my body that still bends toward the food bowl. The empty leash hook is doing too much emotionally. No one prepared me for how much of the house was actually their personality. The grief shows up hardest at night when nobody is doing the little patrol of the hallway. I did not realize how often I was being accompanied.
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