I'm aware that this week's posts have been lacking, but let me explain.
Loss in the form of death is something I luckily avoided for the most part throughout adolescence. However, since I reached adulthood, I've been figuratively punched in the face. In the last few years I've lost a cousin, a grandfather, and last week I lost one of my beloved dogs. Those who know me are aware of my obsession with my dogs. They're my world.
A month or so ago, Izzy had a seizure and was rushed to the animal hospital. We found out that night that she had cancer, and there was nothing we could really do about it. She died Thursday morning, in the arms of my father, who was without a doubt her favorite. I've never felt the loss of a pet before, and it's unlike anything. I can't compare it to anything. A piece of my heart is missing, and there's an obvious hole in our day-to-day lives. I'm not sure when I'll adjust.
I had an entire look planned for this week, and a different topic to write about. When I went to take the photos for this post, I couldn't even bring myself to get dressed. I figured I should just be honest. I'm experiencing loss like I've never known. However, I've been gaining more and more motivation this week, so everything will perk up then. Thanks for sticking around anyway.