Her bed felt huge and empty now and when she slept she did so with her arm around a pillow. She dreamed of him almost every night sometimes good dreams of happy days and joyful times often they were terrible dreams of abandonment loss and sorrow. She didnt know which was worse every morning she woke afresh to the knowledge that he was gone and he would never come back. It would never be all right again.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.