There's an old breakup song by Dru Hill called "What Do I Do With the Love?" and one line "what do I do with my time, if I'm not spending time with you?" has really hit home for me ever since Diesel died.
I miss him terribly. I hate coming home to an empty house. No one waits for me by the door.
I hate dropping food. No one comes by to scoop it up.
I watch TV and look at the floor next to the couch. No one is there.
I hear a noise and look for Diesel.
I see something black on the floor. I think it's Diesel. But it's just a sweatshirt, or a pair of socks.
It's going to get even worse over the summer. I used to walk him almost every day when the weather was nice.
The rabbits would run and he would chase them.
Will I even leave my house this summer?
We used to go everywhere together. We walked foot and paw together through the world.