It is odd having my dog in a box and not having to roll down the window when I stopped at the grocery store. To be able to carry him when I haven't been able to carry him since he was a puppy. I know it isn't him, just a bunch of ashes but...it is all that is left. I cut. I think I am depressed. I am having difficulties sleeping. I don't feel I belong anymore. My husband is worried. I feel guilty about that. He said to me he just wants me to sleep and to be happy again. I can't. I don't want, I don't need, I feel myself draining away, my energy sucked away. Perhaps when I finish laying my dog to rest I will get better.
Carrie