I don't know if I am jumping the gun or not, but I ... I think maybe, after a year, I finally reached the final accepted stage of grieving. Acceptance. Yesterday was officially a year since Cubby was euthanized. And I look at his picture, and I think about him, and it feels....... different. Now... it feels more like all the others. Almost like, I don't know, like maybe its time to put the picture away. To not cry over him any more. I only had one spazzy moment yesterday, when the manager and I were talking about another chow mix thats currently at the shelter, and she said, "Maybe he just likes you". With Cubby, that was a very common phrase. Told to me, potential adopters, other staff members, everyone. "He only likes her, He's her dog". As soon she said that maybe Butch, the chowmix who is currently at the shelter, just liked me, I immediatly replied with "If anyone says that he is my dog, I will quit. I will walk out right now, and never return." I had warned everyone against saying that last winter, and the warning still stands. Wendy defended herself, saying that she hadn't said that, but I just said that I know, and that I was simply reminding her, that I really would leave and never look back if I heard that phrase. And then that was it. That was my only "Moment". And now, ... everything feels... different. Almost, jeepers I hate to say it... fake. Like, I'm only pretending. Like, He was just another dog. I got so used to the "mourning" stage, that this feels odd. I will adjust, and like I said, maybe I'm jumping the gun. Maybe I'm just to warn out to feel it today. But maybe, just maybe, ... I am/ have/ moving/moved on.