I mourn for my little girl. I mourn for my Lulu each and every day.
Today, Monday marks two weeks at shortly before 6 PM that my little girl left me.
It is not getting easier.
Sundays and Mondays are the worst because I can put time stamps on the day. Markers of our last moments together, decisions made, savoring the precious fleeting time.
Lulu's dog beds have quickly lost her scent. My heart aches to breath her in again, a small comfort of memory. I cannot shake the ingrained alert I have for Lulu's every movement. She had me so very well trained. The tidal waves of devastation continue to beat against me.I miss my baby girl. I am lost.