good-bye, brody

You would think it would get easier, right? As time passes, as the days go by and you slowly become used to the vacant space where he used to be.

It's doesn't. Not yet. I still find myself avoiding the den, just because that's where his crate and his bed are. I still find myself entering a room and wondering, 'where's Brody?'

It still hurts so much.

Brody died Thursday morning.

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