i went to savannah and did what i had gone to do... set up the huey in his new place. i was gone out of my house less than 48 hrs... when i got home from the airport and walked into my dark house, it hit me... huey's gone... for real... my dylan's gone... for real... i carried my suitcase upstairs and looked at the spot on the floor where puppy's bed normally is. then i put away my clothes in the closet and stood at stared at the half that's now empty... i've had this knot in my throat since i walked into the savannah airport that has grown from a grape to a tennis ball and i'm wondering what happens when it hits softball proportions...
needless to say, today is not one of my favorite days...