bubbleandsqueak2001
New Born Pup




No matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about him. My heart is broken in two. Someone may as well have ripped my heart directly from my chest and stabbed it a million times before shoving it back in. I've been counting the hours since he passed - 36 hours now. It doesn't hurt any less. Anakin was my best friend, my companion - I can't stop crying. He may as well have been a human because that's what his love was; human. Whenever I sat doing my work, he'd sit in his makeshift little dog-type basket staring at me, squeaking like a maniac when I shuffled my papers, mistaking it for a bag of kale. He'd nestle next to me and make me feel better on stressful days. I miss him so much. It's so weird without him.