Meanwhile I realize that they didn't hear a word I said. How I miss Bosley. How tired I am. How I can't sleep well. How I watch videos and look at photos of Bosley because I miss him so badly.
I stand there as they talk about a relatives pet who is sick, or how long it's been since their dog has been to the vet, or how their dog got injured messing where it shouldn't be. Their dog! Their dog! Their dog!
Right now, all I care about, all I can think about, all I'm concerned about is that MY DOG isn't here and I had to watch him die last week! All of those visits to the vet were for NOTHING! Watching him get sick and shake with pain. Leaving the vet empty handed because I had to leave Bosley's body there. How I'm so tired of having to pretend that I'm OK, but really I'm angry that Bosley got cancer. So...I just stopped talking to people.