My dog died (she was 15 years old and the sweetest, gentlest, cutest Welsh Corgi) a few weeks ago while I was away at law school.
I didn't cry at the time. Barely felt anything.
I came home today for Spring Break and somehow something in me just snapped and I've been crying on and off all afternoon and evening. I just kept looking at the couch where she used to lie, at the spot under the kitchen table where she would sit and wait for food to be dropped. At the spot at the top of the stairs where she would wait until everyone in the family had finally come upstairs and gone to bed for the night.
It just really hit me. I'm 26 years old and I've been through a lot of hardship and loss and STILL this is grief is unbelievable.