Less than a week.
We’re adjusting to the loss of Lucky. It’s hard. Jessie and Julie are grieving in easier ways, if that makes sense. They get sad, they talk about it, they move on.
Sam’s stopped sleeping at night. His appetite is off.
The not sleeping at night thing is the hardest to deal with. He tries, but at night is when he misses the dog the most. So he starts off okay, and then wakes up after an hour or so, and is up until after Marc gets up for work. Then he crashes for the bulk of the daylight hours… which sets him up for being up again all night again.
I’m at a loss as to how to deal with it. I’m worried about him all the time, but then Marc pointed out that there’s a reason that Judaism has the ritual of sitting shiva. When you lose someone, you need time to exist outside of the world’s expectations. To miss him and be sad, to do what you need to do to get thru the day, or the night.
It’s been less than a week.
I’m trying to give him this time. We took a break from homeschooling (we’re on a reduced schedule during the summer anyway). He’s focusing on audiobooks and youtube videos. He’s not depressed, at least not presenting that way. He smiles and laughs, is openly affectionate and loving. But he doesn’t sleep anymore.