Do you think,

that whenever there's a silence, from now on, I won't start crying? Do you think the sound of sniffles and sight of tears will eventually die off? Every time I'm not talking, I'm crying. And every time I'm talking, I'm trying not to cry. I know that I'll still wake up every morning, and expect her to come running in my room. I still hear hear whines, and cries from the other room. I hear her sitting at the door, whining to be let inside. I hear all of it, constantly. If my eyes are closed, she's still with me. And everytime I look at Coco, I see her. I see Mocha. Besides my grandma, this is the hugest loss I've ever had to deal with. But I'm SO glad I have great friends who will come over just to cry with me. Not only was she a part of my family, but everyone else's. I would have never expected this to impact everyone as much as it has.