Hoppit!
Wise Old Thumper
On Christmas day it'll be 7 months since I lost Pickles, but I'm still really struggling without him. Just the thought of Christmas without him just makes me feel like someone has put my heart through a food processor. I always spoilt the buns rotten at Christmas, they even had their own tree and stockings, and I'd tiptoe around in my Santa hat when I arranged their presents. I know, that makes me sound like a right weirdo but I loved it! They were so precious to me, I'm scared how I'm going to cope to be honest.
Is anyone else feeling this way? What's the magic solution to 'snapping out of it' do you suppose?
Is anyone else feeling this way? What's the magic solution to 'snapping out of it' do you suppose?