I miss Phoebe so much. I keep expecting to see her come to the side door or around a corner, her little nails clicking on the floor.
I finally stopped crying today. At least, I haven’t cried yet today.
Mazda is home, but she knows she’s been bad. Graham is so good, he keeps trying to be respectful and keep her away from me, but I don’t want Mazda to suffer either. Putting her in another room won’t bring Phoebe back to us. Graham told me he took Mazda back to Phoebe’s grave and made her say she was sorry. He feels just terrible.
Life has to go on, though. We will never forget about our Phoebes, but the memory of that terrible Good Friday can’t stay with me this vividly forever, thankfully. Each day is a bit easier.
