I miss you

I always always is battling with the same old feeling whenever I am about to call it a day and simply just sleep. I always missed the same thing that misses didn't go. I miss my dog. Really a lot. I missed every little thing of him. I missed being a owner, buying little treats and shampoos. It's unbearable to always remember the loss. Because it shouldn't even just end there. You don't know sometimes when the heart and mind is conscious how hard is it to snuggle with his aliked soft toys and shut the eyes and go to bed. I am
Still tearing. Always. Alone. On bed to sleep. I'm always calling, bb I love you. JiE jiE miss you, so fucking much