HE'S GONE

It's been three days, I finally feel like I'm coming out of a fog. The process of leaving was awful. He was up in the wall. I called a professional, thinking I could get him out alive. The wall had to be busted. The man went to the ground to search for him and he was just dead. <br><br>I buried him in the front yard in a box covered in cat grass. I'm up in floats. I'm beyond grateful for the support. If I didn't have you guys, I'd have nobody to lean on. <br><br>I thought it would get easier. It didn't. This is the hardest thing I've ever been through. I'll miss him so much, for so long. <br><br>I will be ok. It's okay to not be ok though. That's my message.