Boo got spoiled rotten by family and friends for Christmas. He played, he laughed, he slept, he ate, he swam, he sang Christmas songs he had a great day.
I was doing really well yesterday. Until it was time to sit down for lunch and everyone started popping their bon bons. I turned to my brother-in-law who was sitting beside me and we popped one. Everyone was laughing and enjoying their moment. It was then that I lost it, the tears started streaming I left the table and room quietly unnoticed and sat on the couch and balled my eyes out. Max should have been there sitting beside me, we should have been popping our bon-bons together. He should have been there doing what he loved, enjoying all the great food and beer and company, cracking jokes and laughing with his nephews and nieces.
It's just not fair, why was he taken from us? It's just fucked.
Today, Boxing Day is 10 years since Max and I met. I will write that story one day.
But for now I just need to cry.