Monday, October 23
One week since Max died. Monday morning, I wanted to take time to take a walk and remember Max. Just that Monday before, we took our morning walk like normal. And here a week later, he was gone.
I was walking my normal route and a neighbor man called out, Hey, don't you normally walk with a dog? I immediately started crying and replied that he passed away just a week ago. The man expressed his sympathy and was so kind.
Every cry helps. Sometimes you heal when the tears fall.
After the walk, I baked all my sourdough goodies. Once I finished, I drove Summer to where Autumn was dogsitting. She is going to stay there this week with her and help with the dogs. After dropping her off, I stopped at Walmart and got my groceries for the week.
I made meatball subs for Eric, me, and Sierra. Then I headed to the airport to pick Eric up.
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