It is done now. I have washed all of Gigi's laundry, her bowls have been cleaned and put away, her raincoat from the coat rack has been removed and her bed has been taken from the bedroom. So why don't I feel better now?
My heart keeps expecting to hear those tiny little footsteps, her snorts and whines, and her barks. One of the last things that I did at night, was to check on her before I got into bed, and night time does not feel right without doing that now.