The day after...

Well the next day came, and life moves forward on Evergreen Trail.

This morning was the first morning in months where I let the dogs out, collected their bowls and made their breakfast and did not have to go to the back room and collect Trapper, take him out and wait for him to pee then bring him in and feed him. It was like there was a void of time at that moment. My brain wanted to do something (I mean I was still somewhat asleep) but the realization that he was no longer there did stop me from walking back there.

The back rooms are no longer off limits to the other dogs. Zoe went back in the one room, while I was in the other room getting dressed this morning, and she didn't come out right away. I sneaked over to the door to find her standing in the room looking around as if she knew something was missing. (I had removed Trapper's bowls yesterday afternoon, so she may have been missing the "snack" bowls).

She saw me and slowly walked out as if she had been caught (so she was looking for the bowls), but I am pretty sure she knew something was very different.

I went to work, and was able to keep myself focused, even when talking to the parental units. They had called yesterday and wanted to talk but I didn't pick up the phone because I really was not in the best state of mind to talk about it. I have even done well while at home this evening. I think its because I realize it was the right time, and when you realize this it makes it easier to accept and you can move on through the mourning process.