Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief. --C.S. Lewis
Prologue
Fate loves kicking people when they're down.
To most it was kind, giving them whatever they want with minimal heartbreak, but not me.
It also loved watching me suffer, first Sam left, Dad died and I ended up with four legs losing all previous mental and physical privacy. Each day was a challenge in it's self, it felt as if my heart had been ripped out, shattered, crunched into dust and carelessly thrown into the wind.
Had I known things were about to get harder I would have run, run for my life and never looked back, sometimes I think I should have done it anyway. People always say it get worse before it gets better. I was still waiting for it to get better.
Misery was the same, it followed me where ever I went, if fate decided to hand me another card it was almost guaranteed to have a nice helping of misery too but then again.
Every one knows that misery loves company.