I dreamed last night that Guinness had only just died and I had to tell the people who were with me and I just felt terrible, terrible all over again.
Mostly I try to ignore my grief, focus on the positive. But it is always in the background and it will not go away. I'm not even sure I want it to go away, because that would feel like I'd betray Guinny. I do not ever want to NOT miss him. Nowone can equal what he meant to me, nowone, not even my boyfriend whom I love very much.
I find myself giving all sorts of explanations for this strong sentiment because people find it hard to accept. But in my heart I do not agree with this at all. We had something. And those people were very dear friends, yes "were" because if someone can not accept someone else grieving for someone dear, even if it was an animal, then maybe they are not such good friends after all. What's more, I feel very sorry for them that they do not know something so wonderfull.
It does not make things any easier though. In times when you need your friends most you find they make you feel like you are weird. Great.
I have not done anything yet to honour Guinny, I am afraid that it will break my heart all over again. And I do not want to not miss him. But I wish the sadness would go away.