I measure the chapters of my life in catz n’ dawgs. My early life history was dominated by two cats - my cat - Sinker (who I captured in the hay stack as a feral kitten) and my daughter’s cat, Smokey. (I called him Smokey Joe) and I deeply loved them both. Then came Sled Dawg Sally (a beautiful Siberian husky), then Macey and Mort. They made my kingdom a better place and when they moved on I grieved.
Now I have the niglet, Hannah who is turning into an excellent K9 crime fighter in the Senior Delinquent Division - and a capable bathroom attendant. Nobody poohs alone when she is on duty.
But when they pass, it’s just time to let them go. I still choke up and miss Mort and Macey and all the rest. They take a piece of you with them when they pass. The best thing to do is say a prayer for them… and just take your lumps and let them go.
"chapters in life". That's perfect. I'm going to use that.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lose one, I have to force their memory out of my thoughts for a while. Then, with the passage of time, I can let it creep back in.
ReplyDeleteI also do that, if I think of them too much after their demise, I will never let them go, and you do, so another can cast those eyes at you and you know in your heart that is the next one for your heart.
DeleteEvery hole I ever had to dig left a little hole in my heart.
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Roger that, WDS. I've had to dig too many, my payment for having had so many wonderful dawgs.
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