Angry

For some reason, I woke up this morning very angry. I must have been dreaming about Watson because I woke up and fully expected him to be in his bed. His bed is right where he left it, next to our bed upstairs. It's one of those things that I am not ready to put away yet, nor let Waldo start sleeping in it. When I woke up and returned to reality, I just got very angry. Perhaps the dream was stirred up by my thinking of him again while completing the Name Game yesterday. In all honesty, I have done my best to NOT think about him very much. That is my way of coping with his absence. He's tucked away in the back of my brain and thoughts of him pop to the front every once in a while, but for the most part I have it under control.

I am angry for several reasons. Angry that he died the way he did. Angry that he had to suffer at all. Angry at cancer. Angry at having lost our cat and my Watson within a month and a half of one another.

I need to go for a walk, I think, before my anger spills over into work. Maybe this is why I am fit to work from home(?) I have an article I need to finish up today and no interviews scheduled. Thank goodness. I get snippy with people when I am upset. No need to take it out on a stranger.

I read online about a fenced-in dog park about 20 miles from here. I had never heard of it and am thinking of bringing Waldo there today. I had planned to go this afternoon but I may go sooner. I need some happy doggy playtime.