At approximately 9 a.m. this morning, September 24, 2011, I lost my best friend of the past 12 years. She went to join her baby sister who went to the Rainbow Bridge only 5 months ago, both victims of canine kidney failure.
That was the very last piece of my heart that was unscarred. Once again it has been ripped out of my chest and left ragged and bleeding. I don’t know if it will ever heal again. Too much damage has been done. Too late for a heart transplant, or even life support. All the air has been sucked out of my body, and there’s no blood left to pump through my veins.
I am just an empty shell.