Two years have passed...

and I still feel the loss of my forever loved, Ringo-dog. Two years ago today, I lost my most faithful friend.

I actually debated on whether or not I should make this post. After getting so much crap from so many people over my feeling sad still even after two years of his passing, I thought I would just keep it to myself. But then I remembered that while I do enjoy sharing my blog with others and feel honored when someone takes the time to actually read it, in the end, this blog is for me. It's for me to record what I'm thinking and feeling at any given moment in time. It's my memories enveloped in this journal/diary that I store in the cyber world.

So yes. I didn't forget what today was. I didn't forget that the dreadful May 21st is dreadful for a reason. I didn't cry this time around but I thought about it a lot regardless. I think I'm finally accepting that it happened and accepting the fact that it was unfortunately beyond my control. Yes, I felt guilty about it all. "If only I had been there". If only. But I wasn't there when it happened. A huge mistake happened. And unfortunately, my heart had to pay the consequences.

I'm just happy I made it through the day without a tear and without mentioning it to anyone. I made it through the day in my thoughts and realized that instead of continuing to mourn, I should just be grateful and happy that he was in my life... even if just for a short while.