A sweet gesture on my PA’S part

My PA Trish came this afternoon.

I opened the door to her and she hugged me hard.

She sympathized with me about the loss of Nitro.

Then she said she’d brought cream cakes, for us to have with tea, in honor of Nitro.

So we sat eating cake and talking about him and remembering all the funny things he’d do while Trish was here.

It was so nice. And just what I needed.

I am glad I was able to talk to someone about Nitro today. I badly needed to talk about him and Trish really helped me with that.

We had a good laugh and we were joking about him.

A few minutes ago I got up to let him out, then I realized I won’t need to do that now.

It’s so weird because every time I stand up to walk to the kitchen, I am expecting him to follow me, or be at my feet or laying in the hallway.

I will put his bed away tomorrow, and his food and water bowls.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne