I need glue.

It has been exactly 24 hours.

I feel cracked. Broken and crushed. My tears and sadness overwhelm me at any given moment. I try to control the tears for fear of frightening the unsuspecting souls around me. I've been successful only a few times. I need glue.

There is a gloom within me. It has been my companion for over a day now. As I cry, there is a violent storm crashing its way throughout my heart. The storm wind of images and memories sail through my mind. I miss Nick. I miss our baby boy so very much.

Yesterday, at 12:35 p.m., Nick went to sleep, never to return. He had had enough. He woke me up at 3 a.m. to tell me so.

Nick, Nick-o-rus, Notorious D.O.G., Puppy Love, P. Love, Nicholas Meatloaf, Lion King, Curly Boy, Baby Love. He had many names in our home. He responded to all with a twinkle and sparkle in his eyes.

I want to write about Nick. He was and always will be the most perfect dog we could ever have wanted. I want to write about everything there is to know and remember about Nick.

For now, I just want to write that it has been 24 hours.