It catches me by surprise. I will be walking across the room and think I see Indigo sleeping in her chair out of the corner of my eye. Or if Stormy’s dog bed happens to be down stairs (coincidently it is very close to the color Indigo was) and I don’t have my glasses on I will mistake it for Indigo curled up on the ground basking in a patch of sunlight from the window.
In these cases my heart jumps into my throat and I’m trapped in a crying jag for about 15 minutes. I’ve been caught in this trap twice so far this morning, and as a result my sinuses are angry with me and making themselves known.
I’ve been splitting my time between laundry and homework this morning, and this always seems to happen as I’m coming down the stairs from changing a load of laundry. I’m starting to consider re-arranging the furniture in order to not catch her chair out of the corner of my eye from key positions around the downstairs of the house. I don’t know how much more of the crying I can take today.
I want my dog back, and while my head knows that won't happen--nobody has told my heart yet.