Processing the Grief

Our home feels so empty without Bob dog. This afternoon we left the house and drove to Laguna Beach to walk the shoreline -- just to get barefoot and walk and walk and walk. The tide was high and so was our emotion. We held hands and walked for 2 hours. We talked and walked to the 5th floor room of our favorite motel room where Bob dog had stayed with us many times. We peeked in and then strolled back to the sand and walked.

Then we drove a few miles north to our favorite overlook at Corona del Mar. We had stopped at Baja Fresh and took dinner with us to watch the Newport Beach Channel. It's a favorite place -- one that Bob dog had been to with us many times.

The car feels so empty without him on my lap as Mr. Fun drives.

I guess we should be embarrassed by our enormous emotion and feeling of loss. As a little girl I learned not to cry. So I rarely cry; currently I am rarely not crying. Mr. Fun is a bundle of emotion too. It may take us a few days to get through this and in Bob dog's honor, we're going to record some of what we're feeling here in our journal. For 14 1/2 years we've been a 3-some!

Thank you for your encouraging and caring comments.
Good night from Southern California.
Rosie & Mr. Fun, aka Carol