I struggled to carry Buddy, but I wanted to give him a proper goodbye. I stumbled along until I reached my brother’s grave.
My brother had been my rock, and I knew he’d want to be there for me even now. After Alexander and I bought this yard, I had moved my brother’s grave to the hillside behind the house.
With the help of some of the staff, I dug a small hole next to my brother’s grave and gently laid Buddy to rest beside him.
Soon, I’d be joining them on that long road, reunited at last.
I stood there in a daze, watching the sun rise and set, lost in my grief.
After what felt like an eternity, the staff finally coaxed me back to the main house.
They commented on how thin I’d gotten and urged me to eat dinner. But my heart ached. They could see my suffering, but my husband was completely focused on another woman.
I picked at my food but couldn’t swallow anything. In the worried glances of the staff, I excused myself to the bedroom.
Lying in bed, sleep eluded me.