Monday, March 11, 2013

three weeks later


Three weeks have passed. I think a lot about beings and routines so familiar, comforting at times, annoying at others (like we all are), but always loved, how they simply disappear, leaving an empty space, a vacuum, the surrealness of it all. Like some evil magic trick.

Of course I've lived through losses and sorrows before, with humans and other animals, I just believe I'm in a moment in my life where everything seems so fragile, that this particular loss brings out memories and thoughts of the omnipresent life and death circle. I think a lot, perhaps too much, but that's who I am.

At least this morning at 3.38 I wasn't awake ruminating over the call three weeks ago.
And shelter dog-thing is in motion. It will happen when the time is right. Now we can only wait.

We got the notice from animal hospital today that the urn containing the remains of the sweetest little loaf in the world can be picked up. When summer comes he will rest in the garden he enjoyed so much. And over him a white lilac will be planted, to watch over and commemorate.

Every small step counts.



The Elephant's Child said...

And the white lilac will bless you both.

Tracy Golightly-Garcia said...

I am thinking of you Pia. All animals are very special and are put on this earth for a reason. I know it's hard, but with time it will get better.

Take Care

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