Tomorrow marks 7 days since my darling was stolen from us by cancer. The longest week I have ever lived through, rattling round a large empty house, each room filled with memories.
Today was the undertaker and registrar. In a sick twist of humour I was to register her death in the same room we had 30 years ago said our vows.
Now reality crashes home, banks and companies to contact. I can grieve but the world doesn't stop. I can feel empty, alone.and cursed, but the world goes on.
Today it dawned on me, the three dogs we had, our family, might be beyond the capacity of my income. I work 12 hours days and a dog minder has been exercising them. But now that might be a service I.can no longer afford. I promised my darling I'd look after the dogs... A week on and a promise made by her bedside is proving hard to keep.
Life is lonely now but they have been my life boat in trouble times..and this is how I repay them.
I have let my darling down so quickly and that hurts. The loneliness hurts and the half of my soul that's died hurts. Life can only ever get worse, a lesson i am learning a new each dreadful day.
Tof
My husband died three weeks ago. We have 6 dogs, two very elderly. I am struggling to cope. It’s as if they know he is gone and will not behave. It feels like I won’t be able to keep them all and at
etting him down already. Life is so lonely.
Sleep well. 
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