I Want to Chew on a Shoe

I've heard that dogs chew on shoes because of separation anxiety. I just left William and Angela and was ready to chew on a shoe. I almost left on Friday. I had our bags packed and loaded, goodbyes done, and Nathan and I are were in the car and ready to go. I started crying. Not just a little. I was really crying. The light went on that this isn't my normal separation anxiety. My normal is the crying I do the first day of kindergarten, or when Ryan went to baseball camp, everytime one of the kids move out - even if it's the third time they've moved out, when William left for boot camp, or everytime he has left to go back from a trip home. This time was different. I knew I wasn't ready. I sent a text to William that I can't do it. Come down to the car and we'll go to WalMart. We stayed another night and well into the next day. We left in the afternoon to go to Salem and spend the night at Suzie's. Then I had my normal separation anxiety and knew I was ready. I told them that I was going to say goodbye, run to the car, and get out of there. I couldn't afford to cry because it makes my contacts fog up. It was getting dark soon and I wouldn't be able to see to drive. Nathan and I got into the car and I could feel it coming. Shake it off, shake it off. I looked up at their apartment window and it started coming again. Ok, don't look up there. It took a few minutes and I was ready to go. We got the freeway and it started coming again. Where's a shoe? I need a shoe! Pass Fort Lewis - uh-oh. Come on Sandy. Exit 110. Their exit is 125. We're 15 exits from them. Can't cry, don't cry. Nathan, give me your shoe!