It's been a very long week.
Yesterday, I just worked in the garden, cleaning away the leaves to find shoots reaching for the sunlight. I was alone with no dog in sight, just my memories and a whisper of an inkling that he might be close.
Last weekend, I bought some pansies. Who can resist these faces in the garden center when there are a scillion of them begging you to take them home?
They'll be going into a special garden for Trapper. The kitties all wanted to be part of this, milling around, the Big Puss wanted to see if they were edible. I told him I wasn't sure, for cats, anyway.
I think Mitty misses Trapper the most, although all the kitties learned to live with their gentle giant of a dog furriend.
|I love my Uncle Trapper!|
I held my breath when they roughhoused, so there aren't any pictures of that, wanting to make sure Trapper didn't forget how big he was.
Although the pain is still deep and I feel it every minute, I'm also distracted with life and how it goes on, the comfort of feeling he's still with me somehow, and that the good Lord knew best.
Recently, I had started substitute teaching. I am so grateful that it didn't happen when I wasn't around. I can't even imagine what it would have been like to come home to him already passed without my being there, and how that would have felt for him.
Again, thank you for all of your love and prayers and caring. As so many of you have done in other sad times, you have been there to comfort and I am deeply grateful.
His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears. (Tom has caught a few of them, too.)
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
This has now made three pets gone to the Bridge in less than two years, their older age small consolation for the heartache. Trapper, along with the first Tom, had cancer.
I'll be stopping by to visit you all in the next few days. (((((Hugs)))))