My pet died today
I knew it was going to happen, she was old... She died peacefully in front of my eyes, after cuddling with me, after I scratched behind her ears as she loved it. She was just a tiny mouse, but a part of me died with her. I raised her since she was just a baby, every single day spent with her. I want to believe she had a good life, she knew I loved her.
I can't show how much this affected me to anybody. It's like I have to protect this memory of her, to hide it deep inside my heart, so no one has access to it, but me. I can't trust other people to see how much she meant to me, because it would make me too vulnerable.
I feel so empty inside now.