Losing My Best Friend Broke Me
I lost my dog, Max, last weekend and honestly, I feel like I’m the only one who noticed the world stopped spinning. Everyone else is just... fine? Meanwhile, I’m crying every time I see his leash or hear a squeaky toy. I keep expecting him to barge into the kitchen, tail wagging, demanding a bite of whatever I’m eating.
People keep telling me, “He was just a dog.” No, he was my shadow, my therapist, my reason to go outside. I keep replaying the last day—was it too soon? He still wagged his tail. What if he wanted more time? The guilt is eating me alive.
Max was the dog who greeted every delivery guy like a long-lost friend. He crashed every Zoom call, stole every blanket, and made every meal a negotiation. Now, every corner of my house feels empty. I don’t know how to move on. If you’ve lost a pet, how did you survive this?
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