01/23/2020 The Healing of a Heart

It's been a bit over three months since we let Cian go. The Sad still lingers. It likes to raise its head when I'm tired, stressed, feeling overwhelmed, or driving somewhere alone. Too much time in my own head. I keep his picture at the base of my monitor because I need that little bit of him with me, though it's gotten to where most days I can think of him with smiles and not tears. On others, I'm not as successful. It's been a bit over a month since Finn claimed me. He snatched his piece of my heart with both paws and I'm afraid I love him too much already. I'm not sure I was truly ready for this because I've become extremely paranoid something will happen to him, which is very unlike me. It's to the point where, the morning after Dave told me Finn took off in