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I’ve been feeling very depressed lately too. I don’t want to do anything since Mini died. I hate going outside and not seeing him. I hate coming on here and not having any pictures or stories to tell about him. Being on here helps, but it still hurts.
I'm so sorry. :hugs
I miss Mini too. He was such a special little guy.
 
I’ve been feeling very depressed lately too. I don’t want to do anything since Mini died. I hate going outside and not seeing him. I hate coming on here and not having any pictures or stories to tell about him. Being on here helps, but it still hurts.
Everything hurt when my Poshy died, my heart burning, my eyes dry from all the tears I had lost. She was the only thing I thank about the moment I woke up, till the moment I fell asleep. And even during my sleep, I dreamt about her every night, and in every dream I would lose her over and over again, all to different things, but one thing remained consistent- it was always my fault. Just like it actually was. I cried, and sobbed, all day long. My screams of agony constant.

I don’t know how I got through it. My grades fell drastically, I don’t know how I ever got them back up to all As. The only thing that got me through it was art. I was never an artsy person, but something about losing her made me pic of my pencil, and pic up my paint brush, it allowed me to drown my sorrow with each stroke. And since I have done countless art pieces of countless mediums.

It feels impossible, but it will get better, I promise.

I still cry about her, and I still cry to her.

I talk to her every night. And I ask her to visit me. Most people think it’s stupid, and everyone will judge me For this, But I ask her at night to come visit me, then the next day, I have forgotten all about it, I will feel something, or hear something, sometimes even see something that reminds me if her. I believe that is her visiting me. And it’s not until after the fact that I remember what I had asked of her the night before.
 
Everything hurt when my Poshy died, my heart burning, my eyes dry from all the tears I had lost. She was the only thing I thank about the moment I woke up, till the moment I fell asleep. And even during my sleep, I dreamt about her every night, and in every dream I would lose her over and over again, all to different things, but one thing remained consistent- it was always my fault. Just like it actually was. I cried, and sobbed, all day long. My screams of agony constant.

I don’t know how I got through it. My grades fell drastically, I don’t know how I ever got them back up to all As. The only thing that got me through it was art. I was never an artsy person, but something about losing her made me pic of my pencil, and pic up my paint brush, it allowed me to drown my sorrow with each stroke. And since I have done countless art pieces of countless mediums.

It feels impossible, but it will get better, I promise.

I still cry about her, and I still cry to her.

I talk to her every night. And I ask her to visit me. Most people think it’s stupid, and everyone will judge me For this, But I ask her at night to come visit me, then the next day, I have forgotten all about it, I will feel something, or hear something, sometimes even see something that reminds me if her. I believe that is her visiting me. And it’s not until after the fact that I remember what I had asked of her the night before.

my sisters left the coop door opened and I cried thinking about loosing Nell. I couldn't imagine actually loosing her.
 

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