It's like this . . .

I was talking to a friend who told me that losing Crockett was like losing a child. I think she's correct. Just as I would need time to be able to "get over" the death of a child I had loved and reared for 22 months, I need time to mourn Crockett. He was my baby boy.

People ask me how I am and I have to lie and say "I'm fine." Few if any will understand that I have good moments and bad hours. I can laugh with a friend and a split second later have tears in my eyes.

Everything I do, I imagine what it would be like with Crockett here. I walk Casey and think of Crockett. I come home and open the door and wait for Crockett to appear. I turn into my driveway and my stomach does a flip as I see the spot on the road where Crockett was hit. We go for a ride and Casey sometimes stays in the back seat as she had to do when Crockett sat in the front seat. Today she got in the front seat. She's working through her mourning process faster than I am.

I'm not 'okay' yet. I still mourn the loss of my 'baby boy' dog. I loved him so much. YES, I've prayed to turn his care over to God. That didn't stop the pain or the tears or the empty arms.

Yes, losing a dog is just like losing a baby.