I met my puppies owners, the day he was born. 1 week after my miscarriage. We got him 2 months later. He is a love. His age just reminds me of how far along I would be. He’s 5 months old today. Sometimes when I’m upset at him I feel guilty because he’s not a baby. Or when people say “ puppies prepare you for kids” . But in my heart they are nothing alike. I didn’t even wanna bring around a bag with his stuff in it bc ppl were saying “ oh it looks like u got a diaper bag” “just wait til you have kids” . No one knew about my loss. It was 5 weeks. But the pain is so real. I feel it still in my heart. As if I went through the worst breakup of my life but worse. I love this little guy and I know I will get through this . It just hurts.