But maybe haunting me a little, too. I haven't seen Dar since Friday, July 16th. Sometime late last week, he wasn't the first thought I woke up to any longer. We lost our dear old cat, Miguel, who dropped a shocking amount of weight in a matter of days.
I tune in to the animals around me like a dowsing rod bends to water it cannot see. Grampa Gelli preoccupied me, tapped my instinct. On Friday, H.G. and I drove him to the vet. There was a large tumor in his abdomen and we had to let him go.
Dar ebbed, receded. But just there, in the background, he echoes. What if, what if, a pulse beating in still wondering, still wishing, still missing him.
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Oh and again more Hugs!
Today I went out to see Corrie. Her right eye was swollen shut. I brought her in and groomed her. Abby was right there so I asked my trainer if I could play with her. As I groomed her from end to end I felt the same thought pulsing through my veins "what if, what if" I asked my trainer if I could ride her and he said "NO" not even a gentle "I don't think so." I miss her even as I was holding her head in my arms.
I am so sorry for you guys. What a month it has been. Blow after blow for us all.
I am so sorry for your loss. Things are not getting an easier right now, but I hope that will all change soon enough.
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