I can’t sleep in my bed. That was his safe space and where he would be waiting for us. The bed is what brought us together when he was a shy foster puppy. The first time he was on a bed was life changing. The comfort we both felt and the companionship we grew from there was unmatched. I woke up twice last night bawling my eyes out thinking of him. It hurts so much and I wish I could turn back time and have one normal snuggle in bed. It has been two days.
