Okay, so if anyone doesn’t know, my dog is gone. He wasn’t that old (early sixties or so according to the dog chart), but he had lots of issues at the end.
Dealing with this is hard for anyone, but I’m totally alone here. Husband abandoned us (it was his dog!), and I don’t have my own children. Duckling isn’t here all the time anymore, and despite my jumbo family, they have their own lives.
No friends anymore (husband scared them off). So here I am, alone and wondering how it got this way. Of course that has many deep answers not appropriate to delve into here.
I literally keep forgetting the dog is gone in rapid fire. As I’m reprimanding myself for forgetting, I forget again, and then again. Apparently I’ve stopped listening to myself.

No, I’m not getting another pet. It isn’t the best thing this time.
Because my mind is wandering at this late hour, I’m wondering how it’s been twenty years (on Friday) since my first fiancé passed away. I’m telling ya! I’ve had a crazy life!
Anyway, I’m in the recliner tonight. Hopefully it will make me feel secure enough to get some sleep.

Tomorrow I hope to work on the run, and not look for the dog a million times.