I am not going to lie, I am feeling pretty shitty. Today is Washers birthday... So yeah, I am a big sad ass.
It has been little over 3 months sense he died, 3 months of waking up every morning looking for him, worry about him, still look for his fluffy tail in the trees in the yard. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't have the sudden urge to rush home to walk him, feed him, love him. It has been hard and today is going to be really tough one.
Every year we would take the pup for a long ass hike, let him run free, get dirty, swim, chew up all the biggest sticks, whatever he wanted. He would get a new toy, a new box of dog treats, usually an apple or sweet potato and all the attention that he could possibly want. We loved celebrating his birthday because it was all about him but also just one long day of dirty fun outdoors for all of us. No matter what we had going on, or what the weather, we were in the woods.
Now I don't know what to do with myself today. I still kinda want to run to the woods, spend the day outside getting dirty, crying my eyes out. I also kinda just want to hide in a hole and just be all miserable. I know Washer would want the woods, but it just feels all wrong without him. Blah.. This sucks ass.
Sorry for not having the happiest of posts, just need to feel the feels, miss my dog, and be a big sad blob today.
So to the best dog there ever was.. Happy Birthday Washer. Miss you like crazy all the freaking time. I'll try to walk some woods for you today. Love you.