Homecoming.

Buddy is home.

I just miss him so much.

I should have died with him.

He was my anchor that kept me grounded and gave me a reason to live, to keep going, and my hubby said he doesn't even miss him  and He was YOUR dog.

That was just the wrong thing to say

and I *HATE* him for that.

My worst fear has just happened and my entire world has just come crashing down and he says something cold like that.

Why didn't God just take me,too? 

Why am I still alive?

We were supposed to die together.

 Just to prolong my suffering?

Now I truly am all alone, no love, no company, nothing to live for, no reason to live, nothing to keep me going, nothing to hold on to, nothing to wake up for each morning, no purpose or meaning in my life anymore, no joy, no happiness, no light, no one to take care of.

Nothing.

My hubby said I can Take care of the house.

He just doesn't get it.

I lost the only one that really ever loved me and that I loved the most, the best friend I ever had, the closest connection I ever had, and the only one I lived for.

Now I have nothing left.

I put an online ad saying "Chihuahua wanted, adult, house trained, short-haired, either sex."

It's the only way I can try to heal my heart and ease my grief.

I trust God will send the right dog to me just like He did with Buddy and I will have something to live for again.

If not, I beg He calls me back Home now so I can be with Buddy again.

The happy person I was is dead and gone.-Tammy Gallant