u/ValueProfessional811

Yesterday I had to put my sweet Chiweenie Zora down after a short illness. I had her 13 years.

I woke up this morning with the intense need to just clean. Furiously clean. I haven't cleaned this much in a long time. I don't know, maybe I'm doing it to keep from noticing my baby is not here anymore.

And I feel bad to say it, but I felt intense relief this morning when I woke and my baby wasn't in bed with me.

I miss her, the grief is palpable, kind of how my chest felt the whole week when my Mama died. But I think that relief is my heart telling me I will never own another pet again.