It's been one week. As of today, I can no longer say... "just a week ago, he was here. And now he's gone." It's easier every day, and harder, too. Is that possible? It is, because it's happening. Easier and harder. Easier, in the fact that I cry less. Harder in the fact that reality sets in a little deeper every day.
In explaining my feelings to a sweet co-worker, she nodded her head sympathetically- she, too, lost a beloved pet too soon- and told me, it's a "new normal."
Hmm, a new normal. I like that. It's become my mantra, the phrase I say to myself when my heart aches so badly it physically hurts. A new normal.
Waking up is different. Going to sleep is different. Coming home from work is different. Leaving dishes in the sink is different. After all, there is no "leftover food bandit" here anymore.
My apartment even smells different to me.
It's all different. A new normal.
Thanks to everyone for hanging in there while I go through this. I know you didn't become a fan of Lindsay's Lounge to read about Toby. But, this has become a huge source of comfort, and- let's be honest- therapy for me. It won't always be like this. In fact, I can't wait to show you a new feature soon that will be fun.
This blog will return to normal. Life will return to normal. Well- a new normal.
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