After I lost Lexy, I thought life was over. The only think that kept me from drowning in depression was the one piece of Lexy that was left behind. Lorelei. Her Rhodesian Ridgeback. Lorelei still circles the house trying to find Lexy. Right after her death Lorelei pulled Lexy's shirt out of the closet and claimed it for herself. Even if I get too close she shows her teeth and growls at me.
I haven't touched a piece of steak since my wife's death. Her workroom is exactly how she left it; messy. In fact I rarely go into the basement because it always ends up in such and emotional overload. I see people walking down the street holding hands all the time. I remember when we used to go up and down the street like that. I miss those days. Lexy and me, and well most of the time Lorelei.