January 12,
2012 | On missing Addie. It's been just over seven
months and I still find myself crying for her at times --
it's with less intensity (mostly) and less frequency (usually)
but I still hurt and I still miss her terribly. Something
as simple as stumbling across her last set of medications
in the cabinet from just days before her passing has started
me down this blog path today. I look at my immense collection
of her photos and can recall each moment, where and when.
These photos (among others) surround me while I work. I remember
her healthy and smiling, rolling on the floor with her new
toys, nesting behind me on the couch. The soft silk of her
beautiful black coat, her face's gradual fade to white as
she aged. The click of her nails on the wood floors. The hoarseness
of her bark her last couple of years. Raising her from a puppy
to train an already perfect companion; the hikes we took and
all the miles we shared in our almost 16 years together. I
see those who are able to quickly extend their hearts to a
new companion after a loss, and I have really come to marvel
at how differently everyone grieves, whether for a pet or
a person. One of my hopes for 2012 is that those who have
lost will heal a little more every day, myself included.
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