Thank you all.

I'm walking, talking, eating, sleeping, even laughing sometimes, but somehow divorced from reality. Reality is Bobby dashing around being a pain, asking for his dinner, sitting waiting for his harness to be put on for a walk, making me mad one minute and laugh the next ... days feel so strange.

I brought his ashes home today. I'm hoping now he's home I can better go forward into this new life without my boy.