My precious Furball has been gone for two years today, at 8pm. I was hoping to have a small memorial service (just me and a candle, pictures and tears) for him at 8pm. I ended up working from 7:30am-11:30pm today, though not at all by choice. I am feeling horrible right now, because not only has the two year mark past today (Tuesday), but because I couldn't even be home to remember and grieve the way I really need to grieve. I hurt so much, my heart just feels shattered. I feel like the most lousy mommy in the entire world. Say a prayer for my sweet Furry, that he knows how much his mommy loves and misses him...
God Bless,
Amy
God Bless,
Amy