Sometimes when things happen so quickly, you try not to digest what has happened, and try to move on like you pretend nothing has happened.

Same thing, if you know when something happens that you know will happen, you try to close your eyes, and pretend it didn't happen... but you also pretend that you're ok, and try your best to move on.

My dog, Minnie, died last Tuesday. I knew it was coming, and I was right beside her when she went to heaven.

Everytime, I wake up and go downstairs, I used to check if she ate breakfast.
When I come back home, I used to wait for her to welcome me.
I used to listen to her moving in midnight, and woke up for her to pat her on the head that everything is ok.

Everything seemed like my everyday life, but when she's gone I miss her and all these small things I used to do.

As for now, I'd like to pretend that I'm ok.

I will be ok.