I Have a Dog-Shaped Hole in My Heart
Otto passed away 8 days, 13 hours and 30 minutes ago. He left a hole in my heart, my bed and my life that no person or other dog can fill.
I feel so alone without him, and I think I'd do anything to hold him again. It feels like no one understands, but he would have. He was with me always-waiting for me when I got home, laying on the couch with me, following me around the house, sleeping curled up in my arms.
My heart is broken and I don't know how to fix it....