I've never been so heartbroken.

I left my boyfriend. I left my home. I left my new home. I left my dog.

And now he's left me.

I can't bear to think of the dead quiet that lingers around our house in Pickering.

It is such a deafening silence, something that is impossible to ignore. Its not real until I go home.

I will find no comfort anywhere. He was everything good and pure. Not innocent, but rather warm hearted and truly kind.


My parents are a mess.

My brother is a mess.

I'm shattered.

Everyone just wants to be loved. Whether you're a dog, or a person, you're a someone. And lots of someones make up everyone.

Big P is curled up on my lap. He never stays in cuddle position, unless he's with me.

Everyone just wants to be loved.