“People leave imprints on our lives, shaping who we become in much the same way that a symbol is pressed into the page of a book to tell you who it comes from. Dogs, however, leave paw prints on our lives and our souls, which are as unique as fingerprints in every way.”
It’s been a long week filled with moments of sadness intermixed with hours of numbness.
I’ve definitely been taking my little world for granted. The unexpected loss of our Duffy caught me off guard.
The house remains unnaturally quiet. I had not recognized what an instigator Duffy was or how much his whole spirit filled up a room. The void he left is immeasurable.
I have been surrounded by those who love me. I’ve been showered with kind words and deeds. I am humbled and grateful.
I have been reminded how important it is to be kind. I see there is no right or wrong when it comes to being kind and expressing sympathy. I know the most important thing is to just show up–in whatever way you can find to do so.
Our little house on the hill has lost its Prince. Across the land, smiles and tails are at half mast.
We are a hardy lot.
The remaining little pack is tight and exceptionally tolerant of each other right now. I think we feel the need to stay close–so we are doing just that.
“The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.”
I am…
B…simply being.
~May God bless us all with peace.~
B...simply being... 