The days have been simple and odd.
Our dear soft lady has flown.
Her frailty grew throughout the last 3 years, as did our resolve to retain the undying and loving commitment we had for her. As she left one aspect of living behind her, and then another, and another… we built and rebuilt ourselves around her and her needs. We would not ascend the stairs, we would not be on the couch, the rubs, the tubs, clips, and conversations became fewer, and scarce.
The greatest gifts and trials came from my knowing her.
The tangible context that had run through the fabric of our lives in this period, like a thread. Not holding it together, but adorning it, like a fine embroidery. Telling us for the rest of our days of the sweet stories long passed.
It may feel like a disconnection out of sync with its full concept. Maybe spelling out only a phrase, that once acted as a daily mantra. Edges frayed, and bits lost to wear and time. The original message obscured to you.
I squint now at this muddled joy, gaps left by the integrity, or lack there of…
Having leapt through this passage so quick, I now dream of the cherished freckles that gathered on that muzzle, through a lifetime of chewing on sticks while basking in the sun. Covered in leaves and pine needles, only taking a break to drink in the breeze and all of the data that could fit in a contented whiff.
~Charli Girl~
Willful beastie
And compulsive cuddler
Sweet like chocolate
Playful and smart
You will always know
That we miss you
By the hole you’ve left
In our hearts
