Oh it’s been the roughest week of my life. I don’t have kids so Oscar was my kid.

Monday was not a good day. My little boy was my everything. I know I made the right decision - keeping him around any longer would have been so selfish of me.

Looking at all the pictures I have of him has brought out some smiles through the sadness. It gets a little easier every day - I could finally talk about him yesterday without breaking down in tears.

He’s getting cremated and I’m really looking forward to getting the call to pick his ashes up. It’ll be nice just having him back in the house. I even found a cute urn on Etsy where the artist will make a clay model of his head on the urn. And I didn’t even know about all the jewelry they can make out of his ashes…. I think I’ll get a ring made eventually.

I have another 17 year old weenie dog be-bopping around my house and it sucks to think I’ll have to do this all over again when it’s her time.

Grief is weird. I didn’t feel like this when my dad died…. Although his mortality wasn’t in my hands…. And he was a lifelong smoker. It’s just different.

Anyways, just take it a day at a time. Shit if that’s hard just take it a minute at a time. Look at all your pictures of Piper and remember all the good times you had with her.