It’s just a floor, right?

Dear Lancy,

I’m a bit of a mess today. I didn’t think I would be, but here I am, crying a puddle’s worth of tears. Why? Because we are having the flooring removed on the first floor today. The place where we spent most of our last year together. The tile floor where you would pancake yourself onto after walks on a warm day. The carpet you would roll yourself on when you came in after the rain. It’s all being taken out today and I’m a mess. But today, it’s all being ripped out and replaced with a new flooring. I wanted to go downstairs and yell at them to stop, I’m not ready for this. But I know it has to be done so I can use that space for my photography studio again.

The first floor was where you spent your first night with us. You didn’t want to go up the stairs, so we spent the night down there. It was also where we spent our last night together. When you would come inside, you loved playing tug and we would play down there.

I miss you,

Woman