Teago would have turned 12 today.
I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions that followed me around during the day. We’ve had to get used to her being gone since April 29, and I hate saying that it’s gotten easier because it makes me feel guilty. But it has. And then all of a sudden it’s not easy, it’s fucking painful and heartbreaking, especially being down here– our first summer in 12 years without our girl.
Happy Birthday, Teags.
We miss you.