still moving on.

Tomorrow will mark the first week without Smudge. And I'm not going to lie, it has been really hard. The first three nights I cried myself to sleep. Things have been coming together though. It's been getting better. I still look for him in his favorite places. He used to follow me around when I made myself something to eat, and I would put my plate on the floor so he could lick it. I still put my plate on the floor every time I eat (unless I don't have a plate). He was like a family member, and I miss him. But I need to keep reminding myself that life goes on. We have other members of our family that need care and attention. I need to recognize that, and move on.