Wednesday, November 19, 2014
I miss him most first thing in the morning
Last week, I had to make the painful decision to put my little guy, Teddy, to sleep.
I shed a ridiculous amount of tears as I wrestled with making the choice, but the act of actually doing it felt right, and I'll always treasure the last, sweet moments we shared.
I miss him terribly, but it's the early mornings that are the worst.
I'm not a morning person and I hadn't realized just how reliant I'd become on his bouncy, sunny nature to start my days off right.
Every morning he'd jump up and greet me with unabashed joy. He'd run to the door and look back at me with his bright eyes and perpetual grin, as if to say, "Let's go! It's a great day!"
It was his enthusiasm for life that pulled me through some of the darkest days of my own, and I miss his light.