Two weeks ago I was sitting in my computer chair looking at random stuff on the internet. Sherm was free to come in and out from the house as he pleased. I had the door open for him. He came in the house about every 20mins to "check in" meaning he wanted to be fed ha. He loved food almost as much as the birds that tweeted outside our our house. It feels good to write about Sherm, even if no one ever reads this. It feels good to let out these words that are too hard to say out loud.
Washing all my belongings has been hard for me. I take one thing at a time and carefully wash it with my own two hands, and those two hands helped build our house to become a home. And now our home is gone. Its a sad feeling wiping black shit from everything that you worked so hard for and putting so much time into. I miss home, I miss just being by myself in my home, listing to my music, laying in our bed and being with Sherm. I know that home is where your loved ones are, yet there is truth in that saying I know that having a home can mean the world to you.
Andy is leaving this coming week and that is going to be so hard for me. I have done the long nights away and days without seeing him. Its just going to be different than before. No Sherman to sleep with me is going to be the toughest part...
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