Grief catches you at the strangest times.

When I cut that extra slice of cheese for sandwiches. When I automatically bend down to put fresh water in his drinking bowl that is no longer there. When I wake up in the morning and find BOTH slippers where I left them and don’t have to hop about looking under the bed, in the bathroom, under the table, behind a cushion to find one of them.

And then once you start…you sob for every loss ever suffered!

FFS.