Working has become a torture: I can't keep smiling at people while I'm heartbroken. I'm thinking to lay myself off.
Today I cleaned Diva's pantry and dispensay, I just couldn't believe it; I also recovered her leash ... I can still smell her 'perfume' on it.

I feel her presence moving away a bit more everyday. I can't accept it!
Tomorrow she'll back somehow: her remains will be placed on the best spot I have in my room, but I don't know if I'll be able to see them. I can't think of my sweet joyful puppy as a inert heap of ashes. BTW, everyday at 19:30 I take my walk as always, because I'd feel bad otherwise ... it's painful, but it helps me to feel close to her.

I just hope that Diva is fine now, and I hope she'll wait for me when my time will come.