Ruffy was my brother, my best friend.
Losing him has been the hardest thing I have EVER had to go through in my life.
I am an only child, so growing up... he was the one who would play with me when everyone else went home.
He listened to me. I told him all of my secrets and he never told anyone.
I could yell at him and he'd run back to me 2 minutes later, tail wagging, with a big smile on his face, ready to play some more.
...It still doesn't seem real.
People keep asking me whats wrong... and saying "my dog died" just doesn't feel ..... real.
I don't think it's hit me yet that he is actually gone.
I wasn't mad when it happened, I was confused... everyone was talking, talking, talking at me and I couldn't understand a word they were saying, and then their voices became a blur and soon I couldn't even recognize their faces; they were like these blobs and they started to grow fangs and their eyes became green and I knew I had to run away. I ran outside, put my arms out, and I started spinning around and 'round and 'round. I feel like I am still there... spinning 'round and 'round and 'round... and I can't stop... and I don't dare slow down.
I am scared.
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