I talk to animals. After Miko and Jiraiya died, I kept talking to them.
Some nights I sit on the floor where their beds used to be and I just… talk. I tell them about my day. I tell them I am sorry. I tell them I miss the weight of their heads on my leg.
Is that weird? Maybe to someone who does not understand.
But grieving is a journey. Do it your way.
Do not let anyone tell you how to grieve. Not your mother. Not your best friend. Not a stranger on the internet.
If crying feels right — cry. If laughing at a memory feels right — laugh. If sitting in silence feels right — sit.
You are not doing it wrong. There is no wrong.
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