I assume you are having the cool wet weather we are. I actually rather like it and enjoy walking in the misty mornings. I almost always see folks walking with their dogs and invariably I think of Barney. I am still grieving pretty hard and still tear up when I think about him for too long or talk to people about him. I know it has only been a couple of months, but I am beginning to feel a little awkward about my feelings, ashamed almost. There’s this voice saying get over it already. And another weird thought. I think that because he was a little dog, my grief should be shorter, and I should be doing better by now. Like grief should be proportional to the size of the dog. As if size matters. So I try to keep a lot of my feelings to myself. I know it just takes time; it just takes time…
