The Stone in My Chest

 

I feel like I have a big stone in my chest. A big stone that lives inside of me. One that no one else can see. A huge weight I carry around with me. It is the weight of grief. The weight of the grief that I feel for my three dogs. Mali, Keorouc and Harvey. Three dogs who were my whole world. They stood by me in quiet saupport, never judging, never criticising, just loving me despite my short-comings. 

The stone is mine. I own it.