Tis the end of year

What makes tonight different than all the other nights? Well, it's the first New Year's Eve I'm spending with Benny. Tia, my beloved chihuahua, died in my arms on the twenty second of December. I feel sorta empty, while consumed with jitters, which I believe is anxiety. It's overwhelming at times. At this very moment, I'm sitting in a porch in a valley between two mountains listening to a stream. The air is crisp and fresh, and my eyelids feel heavy, even though I slept eight hours and thirty-one minutes. Benny has jumped on my lap, after swallowing a dead cricket from the bathroom floor, and promptly jumps off. Wherever he goes, I hear the quiet tinking of his collar charms. Tia would have enjoyed this day.