The Agony of Early Morning
Published in
Dec 21, 2021
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I got up at 5:20 this morning.
On a Sunday.
Early morning is magical. The quiet stillness is so peaceful. Normally.
But now the silence is soul-crushing because my sweet furbaby isn’t here. My husband and I lost our dog four days ago to cancer. We only had her two years (she was a senior rescue), and got her just before the pandemic in November 2019, to fill the…
