"Poodlelessness"

've been poodleless for entirely 2 weeks today. My life underwent an unexpected change, which I couldn't foresee before I kept him. I feel that my life is now [...]. There're things I was occupied with. But, after I'd finished everything, I abruptly did not want plans anymore. No plans, no work, no whatsoever. At times I strolled alone among the crowds, pondering where I should be heading. I mumbled to myself, maybe life is built up to a certain point, upon which I ain't getting anywhere. Let-down, reclusive life resumed.