Aren’t people usually happy to move into a new space? Start new? Unleash their creativity with this new place they’ll call home; I don’t feel like that, I feel dread and anxiety going to a new place, knowing I’m starting over. The only good thing about this new chapter in my life is, sharing it with my girlfriend. But starting this new chapter without my four legged baby is what’s killing me, he was supposed to be on this journey with me, he was supposed to finally be free to roam around in a place that was all his, sleep where ever he wants to sleep, go where ever he wants to go. It feels so wrong starting this new chapter without him, and knowing he will never be a part of any of this. I will never hear his little nails pitter patter down the wooden floor boards, or hear him scratch at the bathroom door because he wants to get in with me, I’ll never see his tail wagging when I come through the door; that’s all I can think of as my moving date approaches, my body can feel it. All I feel is this heaviness, this dreadful feeling, my stomach hurts all the time and I’m nauseous everyday; I’m literally sick to my stomach with this move, I’m so tired to the point I don’t want to do anything but sleep. I just miss my baby, that’s all.