CJ

I hate this feeling. This combination of numbness and pain. The knot in my throat that won't go away. The ache in my chest. The churning in my stomach. The burning in my eyes. The emptiness. I miss you CJ. If my pain is required to makes sure that yours is gone, then I accept. You were the best dog. My silly dog. The momma dog. Of all the names he could have chosen, Jonathan named his dog after you. You will be missed CJ. I love you. See you on the Rainbow Bridge, I'll bring my roller blades.